The small pavilion is cold and there is no trace, and the lonely plum stands proudly and flies in the snow.

Hugging the wine jar hazy drunk, gently plucking the remnant kite wind silently.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are smiling, and tea and sword are easy to love.

The barren hills are hidden through the ages, and the world is always empty.

I love to get drunk in my life, and I am obsessed with watching the green shirts floating.

A few strokes of the seal dance clear shadow, the downtown has no intention of entering the secluded realm.

The dream deduces the Wenwang class, and the mirror platform is empty and psychic.

After several years of wandering, when will you meditate on the Xuanmen Sect?

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