Early autumn Send Xi Hui Ci by the old and the Crane Dominie Of death
Poet: Wang Zhi
Zen River as early as pre-flow past the old look for support Xu Yan River.
Over the summer with a number of tablets, myriad Qianyan matched autumn.
Seeing beads deep sea bottom, heart-breaking peak of the first tower on the chaos.
Long days do not need to cry on down, the eternal fate of non-white. |
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