Aug Nineteen Chong Qing Yuan Meng day trial
Poet: Wang Anshi
Empty Chamber may fall a long long, melancholy twilight dew into a single garment.
Xuan Xuan human speech has become a city, between day not yet reached the Fuso.
Yonghuai likes it into a dream, as if happy jade color.
Nizhi no longer be separated after, laughing moon phase and leisure. |
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