Tone of the South Mid-autumn vanish diana In Lu Gong
Poet: Zhang Xian
Chao, Ching muddy.
Zhao Ying light in the bottom cloud.
Wandering helpless tears to Italy, Yi Jin.
Prostitute mark was even worse.
The sea near the ancient city of faint.
Mo Yan Sha Kok Han team points.
Acacia should look at the month tonight, no.
Exposed before the cold by closing doors alone. |
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