The First Branch of the East Wind · Over the Spring Breeze

After the spring breeze, I tossed and turned, and the warbler branch paid and sent it to the summer.

Who is slow to speak, and the smoke of the lake is fragrant.

The face is easy to get old, as if in a hurry, and the years change.

How can you forget, Hua Xie Lanxuan, a wisp of thought is connected.

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For the dark night, agarwood is easy to get drunk.

It rains day and day, and the blue windows are cloudy.

Jiangnan dreams a few times, placed in the legend of the workshop.

Thousands of different ideas, and waiting, Bin Hong's heart.

Looking back again, Qingyue Suo Po, two lines of tears flew in.

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