To Be Human, One Must Have a Conscience
To be human, one must have a conscience.
Strings play the breeze of plum blossoms entering, flying petals in a deserted courtyard.
Tears fall, the sound of monkeys in Baoxia Valley. When will we share a spring evening by the stream under the moonlight?
Hearing the truth, officials suffered immense hardship, and imperial concubines vanished into oblivion.
Whenever it's flowering season, I lament my poverty, unable to speak loudly even by the flower garden.
Moreover, I invite a gentle breeze to disrupt the embroidery bed, with no place to settle, enjoying the scene equally.
I vowed to follow the legacy of Liu Haichan, a fruitless journey of waiting in the Longting for him.
At this time, I maintain a dignified posture and a well-defined waistline, and the spring deep in the courtyard locks the green windows.
Bamboo rain and pine wind wash together, the horns of the guard post sound through the towers and bells.
Do not linger in high places, forgetting old friends. I said, the dust of Luoyang is near.
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