While soft clounds by warm breezes are wafted in morn,Lured by flowers,past the river i roam on and on.They'll say, look at that old man on a spree.and know not that my spirit's on happiness borne.
云淡风轻近午天,傍花随柳近前川;时人不识余心乐,将谓偷闲学少年。
Mar 19, 2009
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