Amazing ancient prose.

Original text:

I smoke on the balcony.

I smoked half, and the wind smoked half.

I don't care about the wind, maybe the wind also has troubles.

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It's Xu Lai, and the breeze blows through my hair.

Like intoxicating wine,

It feels like a dream. It seems that the wind stole my dream.

Ancient prose:

Swallow the clouds by leaning on the fence

Half in the breeze, half in the throat.

The breeze also makes people sad.

Antique: The wind is like a thief, stealing my dream.

I'm drunk. I don't know whether it's the wind or I'm drunk.

Ancient poems:

Sleepless in the middle of the night, leaning against the fence, slowly smoking, slowly spitting out my heart.

The late frost takes away half a wisp of smoke, and the breeze also dyes the world's worries.

Imitation of ancient poetry: how much time has passed.

Come and go in the wind and rain,

The wind stole my dream.