The poem rhymes itself and will never end...
莫聽穿林打葉聲，何妨吟嘯且徐行。竹杖芒鞋輕勝馬，誰怕？一蓑煙雨任平生。料峭春風吹酒醒，微冷，山頭斜照卻相迎。回首向來蕭瑟處，歸去，也無風雨也無晴。Ended with 也無風雨也無晴 ?~ 我 ~
miss the beautiful moment...
the most beautiful moment... lying at the end of the poem
顛沛流離 What would be lying at the end ~ 我 ~
The poem loops itself?!
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The poem rhymes itself and will never end...
莫聽穿林打葉聲，何妨吟嘯且徐行。
竹杖芒鞋輕勝馬，誰怕？
一蓑煙雨任平生。
料峭春風吹酒醒，微冷，山頭斜照卻相迎。
回首向來蕭瑟處，歸去，也無風雨也無晴。
Ended with 也無風雨也無晴 ?
~ 我 ~
miss the beautiful moment...
the most beautiful moment... lying at the end of the poem
顛沛流離
What would be lying at the end
~ 我 ~
The poem loops itself?!
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