几时归去,做个闲人,对一张琴,一壶酒,一溪云。。。
there is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore; there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: i love not man the less, but nature more...
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