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◇ 1。 Turn into a butterfly

A heavy fog on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau

The clock rises and falls from the Vatican.

In March of that year, the grass grew and the warbler flew.

Holding your hand in an instant.

Shili Changting only remembers

A scar on the palm of your hand.

In autumn, geese are folded into stationery.

Who still cultivates lotus flowers in the twilight?

The sound of hooves.

Take your winter clothes.

Two dead leaves hand in hand

Towards the end of winter

You said my brother's thunder was far away.

Look how clear the sky is.

◇2。 The moon on the fountain

perhaps

Paleness has nothing to do with face.

Sleepless moon

My eyes are empty, full of misty rain in the Six Dynasties.

You tear off chunks of water vapor.

The tune became damp.

The weather was unpredictable that autumn.

You touch the moonlight on the robe.

But I can't push up the wrinkles of bearings and turns.

A pool of broken jade

Let the moon slide into the water

When the waterline overflows the bowstring

The spring water has risen.

◇3。 High mountains and Running water

It seldom rained in the mountains at that time.

Absinthe A man named Qiuhua is looking around the well.

You said the pine and cypress would come down from the old mural.

We sat at the bottom of the valley, waiting for a song.

Who is sitting on the old stake?

Like a mountain in disrepair.

Avoid mudslides and

Large-scale landslides and other details.

Who solidified into the posture of the late bell?

Waiting for a pair of thinking ears

So you've been watching the rain in the piano.

Go, go, go, go, go.

The rhythm is dazzling, but it is foggy.

Totem. Running water theory

Empty, you cross this mountain. ...