And Su Tippler cao Yun Yong organ
Poet: Lou Yao
Ling However, light circle.
Who is playing to the house Hill.
He made, the wind to the Judging of the day.
Melodious reverberation moon, party day sleep.
Jiong Li eight before the wind, octave relative to declare to know what Yin.
Sometimes tragic, hang if the Longquan.
Sometimes fragrance, as if the ape Yin Crane complain.
If the towering Shandian suddenly, floating a few, such as Ru.
Talk about old age would be entertaining, listening to the body like Xian.
String cable Poppins, not Yi Yun so string. |
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