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March 7, 2025
"Qinyuanchun: Watching the Clouds Going to the Lake View Hotel"
The jade mirror floats in the air, the snow-capped peaks reflect the image, and people are in the painting. Looking down at the endless expanse of colored glass, the smoke is about to roll up; looking at the thousands of green mountains, the mist is beginning to melt. There are cloud seals on the window, and the clouds and gauze are like waves, making me feel as if Yingzhou is falling into the blue sky. Standing in Linxu Pavilion, the golden crow is bathing in the water and the red waves are swallowing a rainbow.
The immortal residence has its own magical traces. He is the medicine sage and poet who lives in seclusion. Look at the white hands picking up the needle and practicing medicine to save the world; look at the pure heart writing words and the jade and tung flowers singing. The blue bird holds a book in its mouth, the black dragon grinds ink, and they point with a smile to which palace in the Yaochi Lake? By the galaxy, I exchanged my fame for the crane dream of riding the wind.
Feeling of home
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