Dong xiange Dingwei, the forty-fourth of the cycle of the sixty in chinese calendar Ting Zhu Yuan Hui
Poet: Chen Liang
Autumn capacity of a wash, not mundane blur.
Xu great big universe this time.
Up first, some children are carved E Tuan air, under the fence, only several flower yellow.
Khan Man riding whale, that have people sitting in the same.
Loyalty is not broken with bare hands flutter.
Q Tang Yu, Yu Tang Wenwu, how much fame, You Zi is too little clouds shovel.
And burn it, a Hainan Shen, take any twist, the Millennium Lu Shenqi goods. |
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