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Poet: Wang Jian
Child around the day the North line, high mountains and deep re-plug. Shengtang show-off ceremony, waterfront Zhuo Ying lapel.
Qu Chi Rong Race, everything is forest birds. A cup of spilled east, the same willing heart.
Ji Ting though the bitter cold spring evening not to heavy quilt. Any army bald, so Mo Shan Cen sell. |
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