The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle. There is water in a thousand rivers and a moon in a thousand rivers. Passionate and full of regret, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up from. The autumn wind makes fallen leaves pile up in disorder, and they will come back thousands of times after they are swept away. After laughing, sit down and let him fall to the ground and turn into ashes. The misty rain in Lushan Mountain and the tide in Zhejiang Province have yet to come, and all kinds of regrets have not disappeared. When it arrived, nothing happened, and Zhejiang came to Lushan in mist and rain. One bowl of food for thousands of families, one person thousands of miles away. Qing saw that there were few people and asked the direction of Baiyuntou.

Color is not empty, and emptiness is not color.

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