PO stone heap
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堆婆石PO stone heap
堆婆石
Xu Shishu
He stays empty Stones Saga, Shichuan woman whose name says Heap.
Ridge is the top in Zhejiang, Wushan the Arab.
I came to this little rest, by asking how the elders dollars.
Five elders is made, there are woman surnamed Fang Jie Mao Ling, white top of the temples.
To read between the thirst, are applied soup without bias.
Pedestrians do appreciate this, Wu Yi made of no other woman.
Sooner or later I just piled the bones, I would like to be a rubble slope.
Seoul to date, containing four hundred, many poor pedestrian rubble.
I also pick up rubble of their graves, both joy and re-winding the line.
Tomb of hundred feet higher than today, Qi virtual rubble has been.
I realized that a drink a drop of water, well not to long wear.
The ancients must be reported in a drink, so the legend Fu Qi and correct.
Calls sigh earthly man, is no other road Ein.
Well that anti-hatred, this phrase has been more stupid.
I apply to the fall of the evening, full of sandals Leaves still warble.
Note the pile due to po stone, generously endowed woman heap song.