Wang Mei-up of bamboo
Poet: Zhu Fuzhi
Dan Ma slanting thirty-two color Hong phase Yaqia friend.
Partially awakened the soul of the cold shallow sand, months down the window half-empty shadow interjection.
How can it be lonely Mut Wah Kam, and must be year-end total support.
Huai Pu Xiaoxiang shore has always been absolutely love rustling when the snow hit. |
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