ancient style poetry
Qiu Ying
秋莺
Li Yu
I do not know what is going on residual Orioles fall across the forest of still travel alone. Listen to all sorts of Qinger old tongue,
Dark yellow smoke into the flow a bit. Back later with the sad world habitat Lu, Sheng Liu Liang, such as broken in Gou.
Mo also linger well go back, Revlon cold at Liaohua worry.
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