ancient style poetry
Send away
寄远
Shi Zhiyuan
Crushed red day the sound of Egypt, anything beloved, did not return alone.
Long moss book must lock the bridal chamber, month out late at night to empty geese.
Bamboo hard for the invasion of drunk cold, dark dust lazy Linghua more open.
Yao Yao Yunshan I do not know at the _set_ting sun _set_s the highest frequency.
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