Ding The first month of the lunar year on the 2nd Eastern Suburbs narrative
Poet: Fan Chengda
Law hangover is not all wake up disk, choose and paint-by-Kam Peng.
Green everywhere plow wheat as the rain, thousands of strands of willow when blue smoke?
Customers unhappy with the new age of old age, between the short return pavilion kiosks.
Miles pulled loose, tears falling, the wind is blowing before the Andhra taboo?
Ding Chongjiu City was sitting off drugs. |
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