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"Original Gathering of Gentlemen and Poetry Group"

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    "Original Gathering of Gentlemen and Poetry Group"

    "Dream Walk in the Past of the Mortal World"

    The streamer flashes for a few autumns,

    Lichou is alone in a boat.

    Poor world without a home,

    Mortal world travels in dreams in the past.

    (Ci Lin Zhengyun, Part 11, Part 11) (Dao Yuan)

    The mortal world swims in the dream,

    The sky is dazzling and everyone is resting.

    Looking at the future thousands of miles away,

    Why worry about rafting.  (Sunset Happy Old Man)

    Why worry about rafting?

    ?Bitterness and happiness follow the fate of spring and autumn.

    All sorrows and joys come from the heart,

    If there is no self Buddha.  (Daoyuan)

    The mortal world wanders in dreams in the past,

    Sweet, sour, bitter, hot, spring and autumn.

    ? If you have loved in life, you will have no regrets,

    A glass of fine wine relieves sorrow.  (Strong Prince)

    A glass of wine relieves sorrow,

    ? Swim around the world alone.

    ? Hold the morning light to boil the autumn water,

    Let the world be full of wind and rain!  (Dao Yuan)

    ? Mortal world travels in dreams in the past.

    A volume of Ci and essays are endless.

    ? Sansheng only has red strings.

    ? Chrysanthemum Leaf Hooks Bloom Four Seasons. (Dream Awakening White House)

    Chrysanthemum leaf hooks bloom in four seasons,

    Don't go into the dust and vulgarity, you will be fragrant and secluded.

    The white clouds accompany the wind as guests,

    ? Autumn maple dyed sentiment tuning.  (Dao Yuan)

    The mortal world wanders in dreams in the past,

    It's autumn in the north country where the wind is cool.

    Poor silk rainless moonless night,

    Thinking is like a mess without a head.  (poetry rhyme)

    Thinking is like a mess without a head,

    And brush the dust and wave the long sleeves.

    Do not look for the tenderness of the spring rain,

    A pipa song troubles away.  (Daoyuan)

    To be continued (remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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