I still remember Conch-Shell Slope, west of the River Tzu
I still remember Conch-Shell Slope, west of the River Tzu:
you would grind the ink for me, and I would write poems!
Looking at the mountains, letting the wine flow,
talking with our guests,
this was the happiest time in my entire life.
you would grind the ink for me, and I would write poems!
Looking at the mountains, letting the wine flow,
talking with our guests,
this was the happiest time in my entire life.
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