Fu Xuan, Tongqianjin
The grass along the Qingqing River is a long road.
When grass grows in spring, there is still a long way to go.
Spring comes when the grass is barren and the period is silent.
Feeling, thinking and dreaming are in love.
Mengjun is like a Mandarin duck, flying between the clouds.
As silent as a participant.
Heluo is better than Zhongyue'an for its own use.
Reflux is not as good as reverse, floating clouds return to themselves.
Who knows who is sad and heartfelt?
There is no stop in the suspense, just like a galloping horse.
Tilt your ears to the sound and turn your eyes to tears.
To survive without a period of time, you should live under the rule of Huangquan.
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