ancient style poetry
Dong Xiange
洞仙歌
Pan Fang
Qi carved eaves households rely picturesque skies.
Old Taixie was king.
Since the Sha go after sun_set_ Ping Wu, the line goes down, a few see Huakaihuaxie.
Railings outside the bleak, a cluster of country, how many total hegemony Figure King.
Between Mo worry, Gold glittering, wine and song, pleasure, the dream would rise and fall of Hugh.
Gradually lean times, Westerly Health tide in the evening, the moon, the way people fly back under Ci.
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