JISE warm day, slow fire, warm stove, don't be cold for a long time
New shoots on two or three branches
Cooking snow, watching wind and dew, leaning on fence, smelling incense
Again, I read "when spring comes back, the swallows return slowly."
Nothing is too long to sleep
How far away are you from
I'm not familiar with the romance in the play, but I envy the two in the book
If it's not a branch of poetry
"I was born on the Bank of a river, and I don't admire the east mountain
Looking forward to the trickle
Looking at Changchuan, you can see that the ants are still alive
It happens that the world is warm, regardless of cold rain and frost
The decaying leaves and the withered branches spread
Two swallows on the beam
(Interlude)
Close the eyes, the shadow is disorderly, the book is lazy
Clouds and mists gather and disperse in hesitation
He shyly wrote Chi Su and borrowed it from Yanzu
Do not let the floating light be short, and do not let the poetry grow on the vine
"I was born on the Bank of a river, and I don't admire the east mountain
Looking forward to the trickle
Looking at Changchuan, you can see that the ants are still alive
It happens that the world is warm, regardless of cold rain and frost
The decaying leaves and the withered branches spread
Only then can we know what acacia is, not the general
"I'm used to drinking the dew, the snow, the sun and the moon
Keep a corner of the boundless wilderness
If exhausted, break the ground and go to the Old Testament
Wither in prosperity and burn in death
Though it falls, it never dies
The matter here is endless from birth to death
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