遥忆初时，青葱岁，壮怀殷切。
Kunpeng Zhi, ten years of cold window, ambition to chase the moon.
The wild is not worthy of the passing water, and the diligence is still following the snow of Chengmen.
Apricot forest dream, cherish the jade and sink the sand, and the sad wind folds.
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People are getting twilight, lack of physical strength, love is not old, and Xiaoxiang blood.
Hold the rest of your life, and drink strongly.
Throwing a pen often has a wish, and the conscience is more envious of the Yan Ling Festival.
At the landing place, the drums chant to the wind, and the song is extinguished.
