Xijing Road delhi
Poet: Luo Yin
Qin Xi knot round a tree shade, there is a world moving sad Yin Chong shoe. Osmanthus is not a start,
Miles Cang wavelength Ungrateful. Growing old getting to know the temporal thin, deep worry to only hope that glass.
Qi-Xiong heroes now lie and break the idler Tearful. |
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