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The south wind carries the evening bell, and the river is not as heavy as the mountains. The smoke cage of sorrow, the dream of the new moon, for whom the heart sings.
The rocks are covered with clear water, and the maple leaves are shadowed by the fragrant jade pine trees. The dust is lightly buried, leaving traces of old people, leaving tear stains all over the silk fabric.
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The autumn fog is hard to disperse and hurts all things, and the solitary lamp remains quietly beside the evening boat. The sky is bottomless, and there are several ponds at night. There is no wind in the pond, dyeing the fragrance of flowers, and the butterflies are also busy early in the morning.
After the rain, the ground was golden. Jade bottle wine has a long and cool taste. The land is vast and boundless, where can I gaze at the bright moon? Who knows, the bright moon has no intention of shining on the Cangjiang River, and people have no intention of admiring it.
(Two poems written randomly, please give me some advice, ^---^)