宋代 赵鸣铎 Zhao Mingduo  宋代  
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Zhao Mingduo
  Turn bottle floating in the air like horses twice a year through the eastern Hunan.
  Run between the lapel with Huang Meiyu, pillow cool raw neem wind.
  Urgent urgently will end with a dead, what power a mere Lu Gou.
  Yan lost his old seat long hall, silent room ten feet of flavor.
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寄萍乡密老