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• [V]
• [VI]
• [VII]
• [VIII]
• [IX]
• [10]
• [XI]
• [XII]
• [XIII]
• [XIV]
• [XV]
• [XVI]
• [XVII]
• [XVIII]
• [IXX]
• [20]
• [XXI]
• [XXII]
• [XXIII]
• [XXIV]
• [XXV]
• [XXVI]
• [XXVII]
• [XXVIII]
• [XXIX]
• [30]
• [XXXI]
• [XXXII]
• [XXXIII]
• [XXXIV]
• [XXXV]
• [XXXVI]
• [XXXVII]
• [XXXVIII]
• [XXXIX]
• [40]
• [XLI]
• [XLII]
• [XLIII]
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Multiple poems at a time

ancient style poetry

Inscribe Pingxiang Uncle Wan Yun Ho Mountain
题萍乡何叔万云山

   Dai Fugu

Zhu rod through the clouds to go, still a slope of a slope.
Land is not steep mountains and spent more than a small bamboo.
Boarding house near it, people smell and Yin.
To send him poems together, day and night were warble. 　　

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