Like a dream, picking tea meets the rain

Asakusa bamboo light filter,

Tea dew is sharp and jade.

See the mountain wind on the ridge,

Ye Lang is continuous across the river.

Return, return,

It rained well.

I'm thinking

Every evening

The sun is entangled with the mountain tops in the west for half a day

Will he not

Write down the day's observations and hears in the wind

Let the cliff convey to the moon

The sky was filled with eternal tears

The were jubilant

The green branch turns the first black out

took a long sip of the cold wind

Grandma's cat is so lazy

I slept on the pyrewood for a spring

The old wall head didn't say a word

Listen to the green tiles counting the stone streets bit by bit

The rain was heavy

Took a dose of firewood tobacco

The chimney is coughing

Let the rain rinse it

On the night of the third day

A rat slipped in under the door

He said that his grandmother's cat voice was so sweet

It's kind of cute

It knows

Like her like

Trying to put the night

Put it in a lantern

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