Touching Fish Yuan Haowen
Ask the lotus root, how many threads there are, and for whom does the lotus heart know it is suffering?
The two flowers are tenderly facing each other, they are just children of the old family.
God promised, but he didn't even teach, how could he live and die in Yuanyangpu?
The sunset is speechless.
In the smoke of sour diarrhea, on the Xiangfei River, it is not the place where the heart is broken.
The dream of Xiang Lian, fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum Ruilu. The world admires the present and the past.
Love is there when seas and rocks die, but hatred is not buried in the loess.
The acacia tree is passing through the year, and it is mistaken by the west wind for no reason.
Visit Lanzhou less often.
I'm afraid I'll have to drink again, my red clothes are half off, and I'm lying in a mess in the wind and rain.
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