Flying flowers dance lightly to enrich the harvest
Look at the Qiongsha Jade Field
Look for the shadow
Flying flowers dance lightly to enrich the harvest
Look at the Qiongsha Jade Field
Look for the shadow of the moon in the cold snowy sky
The west wind is cold and the ground is accompanied by frost smoke
The dream shakes the spring language, the clouds hold the moon
The song separates the soul and the rain hits the boat
It has been possible to melt the heart in a few days
Curling Drunk and stroking new strings
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I think The beauty of words and the beauty of artistic conception are two different things, and many ancient poems are on point