| | Poet: Chen Zhu
Le Youyuan on the young spring, comfortable home in the gay body.
If a few days old to now, called on the heavens are not the people sigh. | | Poet: Liu Zai
A bottle of wine and the king of the same green, Juxi Lotus send breeze.
Try to talk to handle four white, full skirts and red do not feast. |
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