Diaoyu Tai, 10 years without a visit, even the wild gulls guess where I went. White clouds float across the green mountains, facing the lovely wine, I drink deeply. Although I lack Yizhou's talent in governance, my interest in alcohol supersedes that of Liu and Ruan, and my love of poetry is also not below that of Li and Du. Suan Zhai laughs at me, I admire Suan Zhai.

The night comes and the wild monkeys of West Lake cry out. How many extraordinary people have been there in 20 years, rising and falling with the blossoming and withering of the flowers. Gazing at the skies, worshipping the military parade stage. With stars in sleeve and peace in heart, break the spell of smoke. Suan Zhai laughs at me, I ridicule Suan Zhai.

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The weather in Wuzhou was at its height. Perhaps the little flowers in the corners of the streets knew they did not have many more days, so used all their strength to indignantly bloom for the last time. The yellow color contrasted sharply against the grey city