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Poet: Xin Qiji
Changan Avenue, the old Juan You go to vote.
Seventy rare since ancient times.
Huayu wet night before the lotus lake, the wind light Guizhi hill on.
How to eliminate, to be _ wine, more poems.
Mo also to the bamboo side ingratitude snow.
Mo also to, Liu edge ingratitude months.
After a busy, crazy assembly.
No one asked the cause of flowers, the flowers touching, only Heaven knows.
Laughing mountain, cloud the early birds return late. |
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