The butterfly is yellow in August, and flies to the grass in the western garden.
The butterfly is yellow in August, and flies to the grass in the west garden.
It's time for me to write a letter to my family.
Welcome me, and I'll be there until the wind blows.
Two Songs of Qujiang River
Du Fu
A piece of flower is flying in the spring, and the wind is blowing ten thousand points.
Let's see the flowers in our eyes, and let's not get tired of the wine in our lips.
The jade nests in the small hall on the river, and the unicorn lies in the high mound by the garden.
The physics of the world is a matter of pleasure, so what is the point of tripping over this body with floating glory?
Spring clothes are worn every day, and every day I return to the river drunk.
The debt of wine is common, and the life of seventy years is rare.
The nymphalid butterflies are y seen, and the dragonflies fly in the water.
I am a porter
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