The pavilions and pavilions recall the returning boat, the flowing water in the pavilion reminds me of the beautiful woman, and the old dead vine tree and the flowing water accompany the pavilion
Beside the vine tree pavilion, I look at the returning boat from the top of the building, leaning on the railing and watching the condensation Sorrow,
Last year today, I am leaning against the drunken pavilion, the picture of drunkenness with withered vines, the picture of small bridge and flowing water,
I don’t know what you want, if it doesn’t work, you can ask me again
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