Mei edge
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《Mei edge》
Poet: Fang Yue

  Savage into Langtou warm hat, snow, cold raw crane knee after the branch.
  Stick sandals with winding paths, Khe and things changed.
  Wine can be forgotten for worship wine, poetry is not poetry is not the poor.
  Can take the fall snake pen diffuse the situation, who knows when the loss to Pacific.
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《Mei edge》
Poet: Shi Hanghai

  Knowing about lust in a tree, Lengxiang Shu Ying is more quiet.
  Ye Lei Mountain River no see, some months before the downwind worry.