across Fufeng Teaching room Old home Jane Must be employed Ju Chuan brethren
Poet: Wei Yingwu
Fosha high tree, dawn Lu wells. In Shennian thing of the past, the cause of this becoming quite alone.
Scattered every Gulao, loneliness sad fruits, vegetables. More remodeling old buildings, secluded bamboo grove extension of the cluster.
Sojourn thing as yesterday, when Fang to be empty. Lady also work together, go down to this difference.
Xinwen chat feel old, like the child intended to infinity. |
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