Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon, Last Year Today at This Gate, Surely the Peach Blossoms in the South of the City Are More Red...
The spring breeze is approaching, it has arrived.
Half a lifetime of time has passed, spring water brews tea, winter snow makes wine, though there may not be daily little joys, there is also boundless verdancy.
As for the news of spring flowers and autumn moons, it's probably a distance of a wisp of breeze.
However, who wouldn't want to inquire? Even if it's a journey of eight thousand miles on horseback, clouds and the moon, still unwilling to be idle. Last year today, the peach blossoms in the south of the city, surely more red...
Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Time flows westward. Lower your eyebrows in truth, follow the scent of half a lifetime of smoke and fire, to touch a moment of dew blooming in the morning, and that most passionate you!
Moved by beauty, if companionship can become the deepest and longest love, two hearts will eventually merge into the most beautiful painting in the spring breeze, that is, even in the spring with white snow in a silver bowl, a stunning surprise!
It is inevitable to be grateful, every inch saturated with gentleness and goodness. Spring mountains are visible, spring waters are navigable, there, leaping and moving are the returning youth.
If you ride here, you can certainly find peace and tranquility in this wisp of breeze, listen to the wind under the moon, drink tea and chat by the flowers, preserve a clear and watery affection for many years to come.
Spring's news comes too late, return to your journey, cherish your love, wait until the branches of flowers are full, mountains and green water create a stage, dress in clouds, and enjoy a four-month-day in this land where the wind and clouds dance lightly.
Half a lifetime return, you can see him with half a lifetime of smoke and fire warmth, release a lifetime of peace for you, also see you with three thousand strands of silver hair as thread, weave a brocade of flowing years for him.
Deeply affectionate people, after traveling half a lifetime, still retain youthful vigor. This vigor is a stirring of a vast spring breeze, a desire for ten miles of peach blossoms, a meeting of white snow in the spring sun...
The spring breeze is approaching, it has arrived.
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