推特上的玩意, 別人一畫一句, 老夫狗尾續貂, 不理平仄韻律, 亂寫無為, 自得其樂
A gust of autumn wind refreshes the maple trees, After several bouts of rain, buds bloom, Unable to emulate the proud frost branches, Flowers wither, petals fall, leaves turn yellow.
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