Appreciation of 50 classic and beautiful sentences in ancient times
1. It’s funny how hard it is to be a guest in the world for a long time, but forget the will of God.
Until life and death come into view, one realizes that the word is greed.
2. I made a net out of my thoughts, made a paste out of my tears, made a mosaic out of my infatuation, cut out the clothes of lovesickness, and went to have an erotic dream.
3. The cinnabar on the eyebrows is the pipa.
Silently, the bright moon hangs high on the west tower.
In these romantic years, how can Li Si have any leisure time?
Studying ink to draw, swiping a brush while drunk, feeling lovesick.
The blue clouds are lingering, and the eyes are full of yellow sand.
Who can recall with me how the years have killed each other?
4. The sudden rain shook the windows, the roaring eaves and tiles shook the bells, and it passed quickly, and the remaining flowers were sparse and cold. The pond with dry lotus and dew is heavy with fog, and the yellow branches gather in the cold smoke. A cry of wild geese startled the clouds, and a pale rainbow filled the sky.
5. Swing your sleeves instead of bending your waist, head back to Dongxiang in the south branch of the wind, and invite you to drink with the blue clouds.
There is no need to be afraid of the long way to the end of the world. We have three close friends, which is enough to be proud of for a lifetime.
Laughing at the ebb and flow of the tide, the unmoving rocks are facing the sea waves, and the moon shines among the pines.
Laughing with flowers, brushing away the troubles of the world, singing ballads all the way, why do you care about the ridicule of others?
Riding a horse to dominate the wind, pulling thousands of floating clouds, throwing away common things.
The Golden Palace of Fame is not as good as the old flower carvings in the wild.
6. The time is like smoke, leaving behind love and hate. Look at the smiling faces of the green mountains and listen to the faint sound of the wind. Intoxicated by the prosperity and chaos, I lament that I have been obsessed with going astray in this life and will never return.
7. When the prosperity is over, how many scenery will be remembered? The bright moon shines in the sky, how many sorrows will disappear?
8. Peonies should not grow in the door, they are as humble as low and sparse with weeds. Fold the flowers and insert them into the rich family, crush them into clay and no one will cry.
9. The wind and snow are waiting for people to return, the candle shadows are blurred and I can't sleep, and the door is opened frequently.
Simmering wine in the red stove, wandering around the fence.
The white snow is blowing in the dark night, the wind shakes the eaves of the tiles, and the door badges are buckled, and no one walks back.
The cold flowers are condensing on the window, and the eyes are hazy with tears hanging down.
The wine is cold when the charcoal is out, and the wind and snow have not brought anyone back.
Looking back suddenly, thousands of years have passed, and I am still in a dream and it is hard to come back.
The snow falls from the lantern, the sky and the earth are like a cage, and the lovesickness has turned to ashes.
10. A bit of pen and ink alienates, two points of love fall to the ground, three inches of flower paper are quiet, four feet of the setting sun returns to the fence, five miles and six miles of clouds disappear, seven miles and eight miles of people are sparse, no one in the sky can go, ten feet The world of mortals is bustling.
11. The most sad thing is to write a book, when a thousand words in my heart are gone.
I don’t know what the color of the sky is outside the clouds, but I presume that it is clear and comfortable.
12. The slanting branches peek into the warmth of spring, and the petals bloom quietly and let the wind blow.
High walls can hardly hide the blooming flowers, and the wind carries the fragrance of spring.
13. A pot of wine, two cups, the March spring breeze makes people intoxicated, four flowing clouds follow, five green orioles are crisp, six points are slightly drunk, seven-step swords rise and rain falls, all directions The breeze does not leave any surroundings, and there are piles of peach blossoms in nine miles. It is impossible to paint the perfect spring scenery. It is difficult for heaven to do it.
14. But listen to the wind and close the flower clusters, cut the joy and spread the millet, the red mandarin duck curtain, sit upright in the new seal
If you are ashamed and careless, warm words and gentle instructions, do not seek glory. Noble and rich, I just hope that this relationship will be correct and the two will not be incompetent.
15. There is a thousand feet of poetry in the eyes, but it is difficult to express it in the pen.
There are many mountains and many winding rivers. The peaks are cut and the ridges are cut, and the solitary cliff rises to the moon. The waterfall splashes with snow, and the green pool is full of green water. Small boat on Jinghu Lake, rime on the cold river.
Splashing ink to dye the green, crushing cinnabar, how can the heavenly work be hidden in a scroll?
Plant trees to form forests, plant flowers to make arbors, divert water to gurgling, and store lakes to create false abyss. The mountains are built with stones and the trees are planted with moss, inviting the breeze to wander around and playing with the bright moon every night. Taking advantage of the wonders of heaven's craftsmanship and blending it with unique craftsmanship, it is unique in the south of the Yangtze River.
One pavilion, one bridge, one stone and one tree. What is missing is regretful, what is too much is burdensome, it is so clever and wonderful.
16. I am unable to exert myself, crying by myself, lingering on the bed with a haggard look.
With tears in his eyes, he chanted the flower note to pieces, and his words became a prophecy, and no one buried his body.
On the other end is the red candle in the wedding hall, both bowing, and on this side is Xiaoxiang's delicate body dying with hatred.
I have had many misfortunes in my life, but I will finally fulfill my promise in my previous life and use up all my tears to repay a drop of kindness.
17. I lament that God’s will is unpredictable, and all my calculations are in vain. I have used all thirty-six strategies. God’s will is sad, and I have tried countless strategies, but they are just words and ink, and they end up in a straw mat.
18. There are three kinds of friends: friends who are straightforward, friends who are forgiving, and friends who are knowledgeable. Those who are upright are good at admonishing, those who are forgiving are tolerant, and they are well-informed and knowledgeable. It is a blessing to get one of the three. If you get two, you will be the one chosen by heaven. All three have the most cherished deeds.
19. Eventually become wounded, with two lines of tears, water sleeves and cloud clothes. Lovesickness is long, dyed with white frost, three points and two strokes describe the past, leaving only a sigh hidden in the wind, and the fragrance of ink.
20. If you don’t owe a debt to the next life in this life, why bother paying it off in another life. Who knows how many people will be able to see each other in the next life? I advise you not to hesitate before coming here, come here, come here, and come with me for a trip to this mortal world, it will not be in vain.
21. The longing for love waxes and wanes,
The brows in my heart are hurried.
I can only keep this pen close to my heart,
I am afraid that the paper will be blown away by the wind.
Chaotic chapters, chaotic chapters,
The pen and ink are full of lovesickness.
22. If you have the will to live forever, I will follow you to the end of the world.
If you don’t want to enter the mortal world, I will accompany you to hide in the mountains.
If you are interested in making achievements, I will lead the horse and carry the luggage.
If you don’t care about luxury, I will abandon the exquisite car.
If you miss the mountains and rivers a lot, I will row the boat and row the oars.
If you write and install the thatched cottage, I will grind it and add red incense.
23. Love is short and long, and every inch becomes a garment. Wear it in the morning and wear it at night, lest you be away from your arms for a moment and lose your thoughts.
24. Taste a life, two portions of salty and light, three points of sour and sweet intertwined, mixed with four dashes of bitter and spicy, brewing the five flavors, dyeing the six desires, soaking in the seven emotions, eighty-nine-year-olds look back, Very life.
25. The beauty of the beauty falls on the red paper, like a painting of mountains and rivers, a startling dream. Xiaosheng had no intention of hitting the poster's Jinxiu Manor, but he drank drunkenly the poems and sake carefully brewed by the poster. I hereby turn back to express my gratitude to the poster. With such beautiful words, more people will come here in the future.
26. You said that the brocade was red for ten miles, and the horses greeted the couch;
Later, the lonely tomb was in the cold, and white flags were everywhere.
You said that the spring night was romantic, and the hair was tied up;
Later, we stayed vigil for seven days, and wore plain clothes with plain flowers.
You said, facing each other day and night, drawing with inkstone;
Later, the inkstone was broken and the ink was splashed, and the blood was better than cinnabar.
You said, spring chess and summer calligraphy, autumn and winter painting.
Later, the chess pieces were broken into pieces, old books were destroyed, the harp was destroyed and the paintings were burned.
You said, after traveling through thousands of mountains, there are only ten thousand rivers and boats;
Later, the moonlight was a green lamp, and the white frost dimmed the gauze.
You said that the beauty is there, and the grass cannot accept it;
Later, a glob of loess will give birth to beautiful hair early.
27. I always remember playing on the corridor, but it is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. When the golden hairpin arrives and the flowers arrive, a round of wind and rain is miserable. The two sides of the road are in love, and they look around, so the attic terrace is full of mist and rain.
28. The green hills are like the beginning, and old scenes and new people come and go.
The pavilions and pavilions seem familiar, this place has been here before.
There is sparse light and shadow in the forest, and there is hazy green smoke in the mist.
The fallen leaves return to their roots and are covered with soil, and the new buds are exposed.
The wind carries the flowers away from the trees and knocks on the door to announce that spring is coming to the courtyard.
The white pears are withered like six outcrops, and the begonias are relaxed in the wind.
On Jiangnan Road in Meiyu, thunder roared towards Beibu.
The cicadas compete with each other after the rain, and there is a pond full of lotus flowers.
The flowing clouds are driven by the wind, and they capture the sunset as a rosy furnace.
The maple dyes the mountainside red, and the geese fly as before.
On the snow-capped mountains and rivers, the plain wintersweet smells cold and fragrant dew.
The sky is evergreen, the cold river is twilight, and the running water never rots.
Looking to the end of the world, there are two places full of flowers and full moon.
Returning to the east of the long river, a boat is watching.
With the sleeves of the sheng and Xiao dancing, where can there be no vicissitudes of life in the world?
Inviting the moon to drink from the cup together, one drunkenness makes the other two different.
29. Where is the prosperous and beautiful land? The border town is full of wind and sand.
Without the sonorous power of war drums, who can say that the emperor will prosper through the ages.
The soldiers fought bloody battles with the enemy, and Bianjing sang and sang until the sunset.
How can a wealthy family have any worries, but a poor family has no relatives to rely on?
After drinking too much, there is no talent, and only beautiful women go to other places.
Three or two strokes of my name in history are worth less than half a tear on my cheek.
30. People are willing to suffer the fate of God, even if they are deeply in love, it is in vain.
The flowers are scattered and fragrant, and the flowers are buried in a basket with tears.
I think back to the spring scenery that day, with the blue sky and lush green willows and grass.
There are two pairs of butterflies swimming among the flowers, and their sleeves are wrapped around each other gracefully.
The lotus dew scares the carp and summer dreams come, and the cicadas hiss and the frogs chirp leisurely in the wind.
The boat is sailing lightly and the fishermen are singing late at night, and the sudden rain is sudden and sudden.
The osmanthus cage cages the bright autumn moon, and the green pistils are inlaid with gold and look proud.
There may be E in the Toad Palace, pulling up the curtain to cover the moon in shame.
Ling Jing hangs down the eaves and the winter snow arrives, making the whole courtyard bright and clear.
Simmering wine in a small stove and fighting in black and white, both sides can be happy whether they win or lose.
This situation should be like this, but the whole courtyard is filled with sadness.
When I was young, I dared to speak out against the sky, but now I realized that it was foolish.
This man left and never came back, and his words of lovesickness turned into sadness.
The fallen flowers cover the soil and turn into spring mud, and the same branches are beautiful again next year.
Who will be buried in the body, and how long will it be for those years of lovesickness?
31. The breeze blows in near the water, and the sea and moon dwell in the small building. I don’t know where the shengxiao is, and I throw chopsticks into the pot. , the cup is still counting, the acacia tree outside the curtain.
Reminiscing about the vicissitudes of life, the eyes are sparse due to wine, the sword and gallbladder are still as strong as ever, and the heart is still as old as ever. The prosperity has faded away in the spring and autumn, and there are three thousand roads in the world of mortals.
32. The silk string is finally broken tonight, as if it is cold in spring.
The strings are scattered, and I don’t know if I am awake or dreaming?
Who has a pale shadow under the moon, like an old friend or dim?
The wind is cold, the dew is cold, and it is wet. Green shirt, self-pity.
A flash of white light can lead to a thousand years of drunken dreams.
33. Love is thin, lovesickness is thin, Prime Minister Bai promises to start again.
Waiting for the start again, staying in the bitter cold, I will put on my red clothes and replace them with white silk.
If you change to white silk, your life will end, and Xiaoxiang will be filled with tears, who will worry about it.
Who is worried, Zichai hates, hates Suo Linglong for this life.
This life is absurd, going to the river, infatuation is not worth a hundred gold rewards.
A hundred gold reward, the golden branch is shameful, and the blade is used to destroy the chaff without mercy.
The love will not be spared, the young man is worried, the golden house is still there.
The people are gone, the plum blossoms have fallen, the beautiful clothes and songs have faded away.
The beauty is decayed, the song of beauty is flowing, and one life is wasted at the head of Wujiang River.
At the head of Wujiang River, the water flows eastward, and the golden shoes remind you of the old eyes.
The old eyes are full of tears, and the Milky Way is three thousand miles away.
34. The ice and snow are being pushed away and spring is beginning, and the rain is watering the apricot blossoms.
The spring thunder suddenly stirs the sleep, and the day and night are half-hour at the vernal equinox.
The grass buds are green and the rain is clear, and the grain rain calls for the crow of catkins.
The branches of peonies are brighter than the beginning of summer, and the flower garden is full of hostas late.
Rice and wheat are planted with ears and ripe awns, and pomegranate flowers hang from the branches in the summer solstice.
Plain white jasmine fragrants in the summer, and looks for shade to enjoy the lotus pond in the summer.
Ginkgo fruits fall and hang at the beginning of autumn, and even in the summer heat, you can still hear the hissing of late cicadas.
The wild geese from the north return to the south to be surprised by the white dew, and the fragrance of cinnamon fills the air at the autumnal equinox.
The red maples in the middle of the mountain are covered with cold dew, and the reed flowers float helplessly after the frost.
The jackdaws cry at the beginning of winter, and the light snow falls on the thin branches of chrysanthemums.
The ripe loquats are hidden in the heavy snow, and the pines and cypresses are as green as ever during the winter solstice.
The running water turns into ice and the cold is cold, and the plum blossoms are waiting for the beginning of spring.
35. The beacon fire has been extinguished for more than half a century, and the shocking dragon is just around the corner.
Looking back at the history of Qing Dynasty, who is there, there is wind, sand, smoke and dust.
There is music and singing inside the palace and mourning outside. The ground is dry and there are rotten trees and shabby roofs.
After spending his whole life fighting against the enemy, his clothes are ragged and his temples are faded.
The descendants cherish the delicacies and brocade shirts, but the predecessors had no rice and no firewood.
The loyal bones are buried in a foreign land, and no one except Qingming pays attention.
The heroes and martyrs of China are here, who will send charcoal to the snow?
36. The country is declining and people are slaughtered in the rivers and mountains. Who is crying? The beloved children have no one to feed them, and the ground is stained with blood. .
Thousands of miles away, who is crying, looking at the door and waiting to return home, there is an obituary.
No one cries in the desolate road in the poor mountains and rivers. The white hair in the high hall is lonely, and the bloodline is withered.
In this splendid city with red flowers and green willows, whoever cries, the heroic spirit will be buried in the history books, and it will be gone forever.
37. The strength of character is no match for the gold and silver cave. If the solar terms are not appropriate, the grain of food and salary will be broken. How many prides will be broken at the knees. It's a pity that after reading it for ten years in a cold window, I will be able to read it once and for all. From then on, I walked on the Qingyun Road, no longer the heroic book of the past, only a sour scholar. The soldiers died in the frontier fortress battle, and their corpses were exposed in the wilderness. From then on, there was no horse in Xiliang, and there was no shortage of literary fights in the court. The wind and sand sifted through the bones, leaving nothing in the annals of history. What a shame, the city was trapped for hundreds of miles, the baby cried, and the blood was slaughtered for hundreds of steps. The loess is instantly better than the red clothes, and the vultures are wandering around. Bianjing is full of splendor, singing and dancing, who is going to rush the war drums immediately? The civil servants do not care about the suffering of the country, and there is no grassroots to deceive the generals. It's ridiculous, the swords and halberds are stained with rust, and the beauty's gold and silver are exchanged for Anhu. The Great Wall was built with flesh and blood, and the common people used hoes to fight the enemy. Standing alone in the border town with no way forward, but being mistaken by rice paper, what virtue is there? Once the mountains and rivers are broken, the golden beast howls, and the people have no way to cry.
38. The enemy invaders did not cross the Lingnan Mountains, but only relied on the dragon general to control the border pass. The arrow feathers are fierce and bright, the bow is as full as the moon, and a hundred steps can pierce the Yangjing and the wind is cold. The frightening drums pierce the heavens and shake the enemy's soul, and the red-blooded and loyal heart forges the country. Can the enemy invaders be safe? Not for the sake of the golden palace, but for the peace of the common people. Good boy, fighting at the border, the wind and sand are green and the sun is burning. The roar breaks through the long sky, the rivers and mountains are stained with blood, and I look back to the south of the Yangtze River.
39. Full of ambition and high spirits, drums and trumpets are played, and the horns and flutes are played. Abandon the prosperity and stay in the frontier, eat in the wind and sand, sleep in the moonlight, and have a city wall of flesh and blood. The family and country are prosperous and the people are prosperous. It is worth living up to the emperor and the empress to go to earth and fight on the battlefield! Incapable of celebrating the joy in the high hall, the love between the children will be cut off. A cold blade roars in the wind, and a body of iron bones is clanging! You thieves and bandits are so arrogant, please pick up your horse and watch the gun. After the Yanhuang Dynasty, we are the sons of China!
40. Never rest, the spring breeze stirs the willows and pushes the ice to melt. , look at the hydrangea, all pear blossoms are thick, the grass is suddenly green, and the poor insects just show their heads, they become the meat on the bird's plate, and lose their lives. A spring rain is like oil, the bananas are green, and there is no smell of white plum blossoms anymore. Looking at the forsythia branches, I happily shake off my winter fur.
41. When you first come to the world, you are not afraid, and you are not afraid of wind and frost.
I have always had high ambitions, but I didn’t know that there is no ladder to the sky.
Through the ups and downs of the human world, I understand the meaning of the Zen verses on life and death.
The brows are straightened, the sword is raised, and the clouds flowing on both sleeves are clear.
Green mountains and green waters often gather together, but wind and moon are boundless but there is a time limit.
The world is destined to come together and disperse, but there is no way to say goodbye.
Look at the rugged waves in the world of mortals, and look at the beauty and withered bones.
Why bother with glory, wealth, and wealth? It’s better to have a clear breeze and a bright moonlight.
The gentle countryside is built with powder and powder, which smoothes ambition and damages ambition.
Listen to the whispers of the wind and watch the flowers and willows bloom on the river waves.
Life only lasts a day, so why bother with physical and mental shackles?
It is better to be magnanimous and magnanimous than to be bullied by a house full of gold and jade.
42. At that time, she was just the beginning of the cardamom blossoms. She was full of joy and received the promise of life, death and love.
The next year, the wedding dress was embroidered with colorful lotuses and pedicles. When spring arrived, she covered her head with a mandarin duck hijab, got on the sedan chair, and worshiped heaven and earth with him.
At the winter solstice, she only saw him lingering on the sick bed, his energy like a gossamer.
She was neither sad nor resentful, and took good care of her at the bedside. She only waited until the end to go with Nai He as promised, hoping to be together in life and death, which made her heart happy.
The great cold is approaching, and the red moon falls at night. It seems like the light is shining back, and the face is handsome and clear. He threatened her with love in the next life and forced her to swear an oath of blood under the moonlight. She would wait for God's will to die in this life and should not commit suicide.
She was filled with anger and hatred, her eyes were full of tears, her blood was splattered on the white gauze, and she kept her oath.
When spring comes, the flowers bloom, and the gift of hairpins comes. The white candles are replaced by red lights, and the plain flowers fade away from the red hairpins.
Without sadness or tears, she wiped his cold face, changed his clothes, tied his crown, and knelt down for seven days without saying a word.
The candlelight is dim and the past is picturesque.
"I will walk hand in hand with you even if I am a stranger in hell. I will never leave you alone in this world."
"I leave with hatred, and I will end up betraying you in vain. "The first promise."
"I know you are not afraid of life and death, but I am.
"There are so many things in this world, how about you take a look at them all for me?"
"This life is short, and it will hurt you to the core. Can you please stop hating me?"
"I'm sorry. ”
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She traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, watching the changes of the four seasons. Ten years passed in a flash, and she was alone. Looking back, no one in the world could enter her heart. .
Drinking alone in the moonlight, she was half sober and half mad. She held her head high and roared, and finally had tears in her eyes.
"You have a good plan, you have a good plan. . After traveling through thousands of mountains and traveling through thousands of rivers, how can I stop and not move forward for the rest of my life? After all, you still can't let me go, and after all, I still can't let you go. After all, you and I are plotting against ourselves in the game. ”
Where did the letting go, where did the madness come from, where did the lovesickness come from, where did the loneliness come from?
It’s just a matter of life and death...
43. It's past seven, it's almost the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, and the moon is full, and the incense smoke is coming, and I'm wearing a white shirt.
Looking forward to the endless autumn water, only to be entangled in lovesickness.
The sky is full of yellow springs. The two roads are gradually passing by, and I don’t know where they will end.
There are few pens and ink, dyed with cinnabar, thousands of words burning in the fire, praying for the wind to pass on.
A cup of wine, the evening breeze is light. , smile and longing for nothing, only to sigh, another altar.
The first phase of Magpie Bridge, the envy of the three thousand galaxies, is better than the sky and the world, and it is difficult to see it in a dream.
The beaded curtain casts a shadow on the wall, just like an old friend in the sunset, smiling and smiling.
The dream is gone.
44. The Chinese Valentine's Day is coming to an end, and I feel sleepy and anxious. I don't dare to sleep, I am afraid that I will be helpless in my dreams, and I will only feel miserable and cold.
I don't care about the passing of time, and I raise my glass at a loss. Who is there to talk to me about the passing years?
< p> The wind is cold, the flowers are full of fragrance, and I lie down on the cold steps of the stars. At one o'clock and two o'clock, it is finally covered by the flowing clouds.45. How often does the bright moon stop, and how often does the river stop flowing?
The spring breeze has not yet reached the sun, and the summer cicada has not stopped singing.
The autumn leaves have never fallen to the ground, and the winter snow has never dropped the ink drop.
Fight for a cent of ambition. , Inheriting the will of God, why insist on something other than yourself?
Come and go, heaven and earth will only last forever.
One's nature cannot be changed. , It’s hard to give up on ups and downs, hard to suppress rumors, hard to let go of right and wrong.
It’s just a cycle of birth, old age, illness and death, but I want no guilt and no regrets.
46. Drink poison. Throat, the breeze and the bright moon are still the same.
Nanke's dream is empty, Zhuang Zhou is still the same as before.
Sighing is like a dream, and the red silk is full of tears. The Yellow Spring should be there, and the oars are ferrying.
47. The peach blossoms are still blooming in the spring breeze, and the cherry blossoms are blooming in the trees.
A high mountain stream is long, and the ripples are busy in the rain.
A lake with the autumn moon falling on the sand, a mountain covered with red maple clouds
A red plum blossom dotted with plain makeup, an eaves of ice hanging in the osmanthus hall
A touch of lovesickness, the wind and rain are crazy, an inch The fallen leaves of the years
A waning moon shatters the lotus pond, a curtain of dreams stains the clothes
A brush of cinnabar passes by, a piece of paper is endlessly wandering
One person The old and green mountains are always lonely, and they laugh and forget each other
48. Women are like flowers, either delicate or beautiful, or elegant and slender.
Flowers are good and need to be protected, flowers are good and they need to be cherished. Good things need to be cherished, and good flowers need to be guarded.
It is not for others to protect, cherish, or protect them.
Protect yourself with a gentle and gentle body, and do not hurt or damage.
Cherish yourself with a gentle and kind heart, and do not complain or resent.
Jane is elegant in words and deeds, neither angry nor _.
Stand proudly, neither humble nor humble.
The word love comes from nature. Forcibly hurting others, and insisting on hurting oneself.
He passed by with a slight smile, leaving tears behind others, leaving a graceful and graceful figure in shock, and not shedding a drop of humble tears in front of others.
Women are like flowers, either delicate or gorgeous, or elegant and slender.
Don’t bloom for others, only to please your own heart.
49. Wind and rain make clothes, and my heart is happy. You are standing in front of me holding an umbrella, and you are not watching. When a sudden rain comes, I have you by my side. I am not afraid of the strong wind. I smile and watch the rain hitting the plantains in chaos. The ground is left red, just like rouge.
50. Spring is coming, and it’s another peaceful day with flowers blooming and butterflies making noise.
The south wind brings warm clouds into the distance, the sky is clear and the sun is rolling, and I hold my lovesickness in my arms, temporarily forgetting my worries.
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