ancient style poetry
candle
烛
Lu Jiao
Fragrant smoke warm rain of red torch, foil beads under heavy construction chapter.
Flaming heart just by an inch, no worries thousands of tears imaginary line.
Tents in back Canmeng fringed, white edge of the stage makeup mapped places.
If the Pengshan night stay straight, according to Pei Jin Lian Ying Qiang Qiang.
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