Temple was 10 000 Chapter 10 be reborn
Poet: Bai Yuchan
Kuomintang thunder let go of the holy child cliff.
A blind eye as light Shuoshuo, cordless may laugh Haitai tied.
His Highness the one thousand gold willow, plum trees and break and jasper.
Live up to the mandarin duck curtain lonely, CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST strike He returned from dinner. |
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