Phoenix on the stage recall to play the vertical flute Autumn
Poet: Wu Yuanke More not a worry, ever be drunk, Dou Hua Yin light rain. Since this seems to be feeling, more leisure Yin. Autumn in the West Wing Sipan, autumn shallow, unlike Wife. The night comes on, for whom the slight, temporary dust mirror shame. Zheng bombs, the old family partner, Yan sings youthful mind, the next means into sound. Listen fledgling was from error, and status today. Rouchang it is easily broken, human affairs, alone in Nanjin. Cage birds near, a few other like the sound of spring birds. |
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