Not the Mishima moon, but the moon above Mishima.
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Title: Three Poems by Linjiang Xianzi
Year: Yuan
Author: Yuan Anonymous
Content: carefree, no guests, singing loudly and living happily. Lonely and real. As clear as three islands and months, as idle as nine clouds. The words are jagged and beautiful, and the heart is clean. Play with flowers at four o'clock It's not night in the pot, but Changchun is the location.
Huaying went to sleep with the curtain half closed, and the embroidered shoes accidentally moved. Peep at makeup and push the green window. Hua Hudie was scattered all over the floor, just like the first time in my dream. Calling a female companion with a flick of her finger, she strolled out of the curtain. Idle will lean on Zhu Fei. The balcony faces the water, and swallows fly in the afternoon.
It rained heavily last night, and there were frequent knocks on the window in front of the pillow. Sleep at dawn, dreams in the distance. Get up and see your date, sleeve incense. Cloud lock house, smoke lock bamboo, louver wet. Ling Hua brushed his eyebrows very low. Jade comb Yun Run, don't like green cream.