Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain last night.

Dai Yingtao Lin 'an Chunyuchu Seal Carving

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For years, Shiwei has been skinny.

Who will be the rider in Beijing?

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.

Deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

Short paper is planted obliquely as grass,

Clear the window and play tea with fine milk.

Plain clothes has no dust and sighs,

It's still clear that you can go home.

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In recent years, human feelings are as thin as gauze, but who let me ride a horse to live in Beijing and enjoy the prosperity?

A person in the small building, listening to the spring rain all night. There will be the sound of selling apricot flowers deep in the alley tomorrow morning.

The paper is short and oblique, and I write cursive in my spare time. In front of Xiaoyu's window in the early Qing Dynasty, when I was cooking tea, I watched the little white foam rising on the water surface, and the tea fragrance drifted away.

Dressed in white, don't sigh that you will be stained by the color of dust. When I get home, I will wear it to catch up with Qingming.