Brush by
A pool of new green
The setting sun looks like brocade
Cage white
learn for the first time
Old flute sound
About the past
Thinking again
Smoke from cooking
Rain bathes, everything is clear and bright
The water is dripping from the blue boat
Slub
Counting time
Intoxication does not return
Flying sleeves in red
Fighting in the world
The sword is merciless and arbitrary
Bamboo forest residence
The harmony of harps and harps in the world of fireworks
Half a dream
Clear mountains and bright moon
Dyeing a piece of paper day and night
Or a couple
Quietly promise
To be with each other
Beautiful scenery
Not like you
Who will listen to the seven strings
Acacia is like a drunken flower
How can we not be sentimental in troubled times
It's a rough road
Sunset clouds return
Where to go
Flying sleeves in red fall into dream
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