Merry son
Merry son
风流子
Wu Ji
Stirring memories beam, when things do not bear the end of injury.
Nian Yi Lan Ji tender to Miss Nampo, apricot light rain, and you see the east wall of Song.
Greater Phoenix, the Yan-step with the green barrier, provoke purple silk travel reins.
Qushui ancient and modern, smoking before and after the Muyun pavilion, pond, spring grass.
Back off people intestine, but if the fog of Fang, mirror made into a cream.
Respect for the unique pottery write ants, butterflies dream of quiet Yang.
Listen interracial pipa, wind patters, Jishu Hongyan, smoke on Weimang.
Haimen tide does not seem able to Xunyang.
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