A tour of Zhongxi in late autumn
In front of Phyllostachys heterocycla, the wild geese fly in the sand, and the small flower tips are covered with zhewan pills.
Mountain clouds do not roll, rain from thin, cold weather, people are returning.
A new rice wine is needed for company, and there are old rocks in the wind.
Old friends in the old business, strange stone old pine now right and wrong.
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