Poetry (Notes)

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Flowers fall deep in the courtyard, leisure is determined by God, busy, people take it for themselves

On the Phoenix stage, the dusk clouds cover the sky, and the plum blossoms are shocked into the dusk thunder, and people are silent, and there is a blow. The moon falls over the river

The moon is caged in clouds, the wind touches the iron, the two kinds of help are miserable

There are three or five close friends, so why drink to hinder them? The drunken robe sleeve dance feels that the world is narrow

Canglang taints you, you taint Canglang

Author | Quehua Bajiao

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