The xi-ping Huiji Autumn wind booth View of Snow
Poet: Xin Qiji
Nine Qu, the cup-by-horse, with a vehicle.
Ask who understand, care Qionghua.
How about bamboo outside and listen to the dart dart crab sand.
Self-pity, the sea the hills, people kind of jade.
Fun as a bucket, Johnson as dance, was full, and slanting.
To picture, but I am fishing Mino.
Frozen Yin should be laughing, lamb à children without distinction of Sencha.
Up ahead in to the Mi Mang, the number one single crow. |
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