1 swing wall in the wall

. A layman in the wall, a beautiful woman in the wall laughs. Laughter fades into silence,

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I turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

, I'm delighted with you, but I don't know.

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, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.

obsessed with butterflies,

, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.

4

It was windy last night in are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. Though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix,

5

, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.

, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There is no multiple way to Pengshan,

for exploring.

6

。 It's easy to change, but it's easy to change.

if you stop talking, you will never complain at night. What is it like

Jin Yilang, who is more than a wing, wishes the same day.