I am about to leave, the wind and rain are suffering, and I don't remember spending a few springs and autumns together. Silently bury your head deeply, clear your tears and turn into turbid wine, when will the wind and snow be off.

Butterflies and clouds flying, what do you want to ask for in your dreams, and you can't wait to be drunk and sad for a long time. The end of the world, the water side, the lone star guest, don't look back, where is life not permanent.

"Yuan Pu Essays" Volume 2: Twenty Yuan Pu poems Death is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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