One hundred and thirteenth

竹坞无尘水槛情，相思迢递隔重城，秋阴不散霜飞晚，留得枯荷听雨声。

Zhuwu dust-free water sill feeling, Acacia far away across the city, autumn does not disperse frost fly late, leaving withered lotus to listen to the rain.

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纤柔之指，点开了花宵的云梦。

The delicate finger points to the cloud dream of the flower night.

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头顶乌纱，手持上书象牙。殿上喧哗，私中藏花。满屋白银华，榨尽千万家。

The top of his head is black yarn, and his hand is ivory. The hall is noisy, and flowers are hidden in private. The house is full of silver, and tens of thousands of them are squeezed out.

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草庐为家，明月入篱笆。清泉煮茶，闲话桑麻。溪边摘芦花，柳下喜春芽。

Cottage for home, the moon into the fence. Tea is cooked in spring, and mulberry and hemp are chatted about. Pick reed flowers by the stream, and spring buds grow under willows.

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堆绿春草，蝶舞莺飞戏桥。落日尚早，卧牛吹箫。溪水老翁垂钓，鱼儿偷听牧谣。

Cottage for home, the moon into the fence. Tea is cooked in spring, and mulberry and hemp are chatted about. Pick reed flowers by the stream, and spring buds grow under willows.

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在时间之内，看到的是摇摇晃晃的红尘；在时间之外，洒落的才是生活的韵脚兴味。

In time, what we see is the rickety world of mortals; outside time, what we see is the rhyme and interest of life.

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其实，所有的风景只是刹那瞥见，红尘婆娑，有多少从此不见。

In fact, all the scenery is just a glimpse, the world of mortals whirling, how many never see.

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人生就是一个个日子的逝去，一粒粒沙的堆积。

Life is the passing of days and the accumulation of grains of sand.

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未来原来和现在有着如此雷同的模样。

The future is so similar to the present.

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