A Mortal Life, Born of One Thought · Stubborn and Foolish by Nature · 03 / 102
Yi Jian Mei · Seeking Word
No word comes; autumn mountains, a slow fan of coolness. The xiao sobs over frozen buds; on the windy path a zither lifts. Cold bamboo and frosted grass pick at the shade of the window; needlework butterflies; the dream is short, the sky is long.
The disc of the moon fixes its makeup, shy of the blazing river; clear bright banana leaves half hold off the flurry. A cut plum branch shades the water and gathers in the spring sun; the game of go set aside on Penghu, the hidden angelica without peer.
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