In the time of innocence, the cold plum is alone, the wind is soaked in the moon, light and vulgar,

The ink is fragrant, tender like water, and a child's dream.

Arrogant sword eyebrows, obsessed with self-esteem, thousands of miles away, purgatory dantian,

The harbor is quiet, the body is full of pain, and the eyes are hazy.

At the beginning of the heart, the temperament of Yiyang, the dream of the warm hometown, the light taste of life,

In a quiet place, the breeze blows, leaning on the star,

At the top of the pole, on the edge of the cliff, laughing at the sea.

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