ancient style poetry
Bamboo
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Cui Ya
The wind was not brought back into the river, near the edge of the window all over the court planted puzzle. To be adjacent to living off wild strokes,
Guo look to lead into the mountain birds. Quiet hospital early autumn air shock alone, the small door is open to the greenery.
Who pity Cuise and cold shadow, calm down tea cup and glass.
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