Top floor and Wing Suet
Poet: Liu Chenweng
Non-snow, but Yuk into.
British chip not the cloud.
Trees slumped off the east, the western end of natural sound of explosion of juvenile willow.
Trial peace, pine husband Joe, bamboo brother brother.
Who to, gold vessels call Xiaoyu, and who pity, paper accounts dream Feiqiong.
Strange Sparse, falling Painting.
Su Su Zhang evoke cold, snow and the king of good songs to listen to but the house party, people laughed, too rough life. |
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