Huai Wuchang Qi yi 2
Poet: Guan Xiu
A PMC can Yin, the Housing Market with the ancient emperor. More disobedient things for no reason, only I alone that she is.
Space capsule recovered after clearing trees off the beginning of God. Because the flames, the Letters of Free sparse.
Breeze on the river, mid-anvil cream sprinkle. Was the Buddha was the first sentence, no one knows the heart.
From the ghost out of loneliness, deep green to the door. Only two peaks Temple, always alone actively look for. |
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