Listen to Winter Shi Guanghua
On the water, the faint winter plum blossoms quietly
Listen to the whisper of falling snow. Beyond the sparse shadows, there is the touch of the moon
A dry reed is like a song
It is the look back of the deceased and a lonely narration
It is related to chaos. Leaning
Looking at the deep winter, using water as a boat
Using a break of the empty string as the source of tranquility
The truth comes out. I want to write the distance of the mountains with blood stains and tears of sake
Even if it is a distant dream, it will be remembered forever
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As a time to watch the clouds rise
Watch the rain wash the bamboos
Then, I will come on the snow
Sad The days are promised with our hearts
If we meet suddenly, we will knock on the gou and be happy
Let those who return outside the door have the splendor of flowers
Then the endless years begin
Wedding clothes in deep wait
And looking up to the sky in deep contemplation, behind every weed weed
Enter the ancient dying -
Beside the small lake, there are winter plums blooming quietly, listening to the falling snow, they seem to be whispering to each other.