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smoke
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The wind is warm, the mist is clear, the pond is full of spring colors. It's a moonless night in the hall, and the cold food is in the dark. The swallows on the beams and the guests in the front society. They seem to laugh at me for being so quiet behind closed doors. The flowers are in disarray, the courtyard is full of scents, and the ground is full of messes. I remember the time when we met in the countryside, on the oil wall. I saw the candles in the Han Palace and the smoke from the houses of the five vassals. The grass is green, the path is lost. I've been searching for the past with wine. The city bridge is far away, and the house under the willow is still familiar.