Trilogy, four sad poems. Few people know what they are thinking. Yan returns late, and the west wind is not old. The bird's nest is cold and half dry.
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Swallows with mud fight for home, and crazy people don't remember home alone.
3:
The stream is rushing, and countless fallen flowers are floating out. Swallows share honey with mud bees, and the weather is beautiful.
4:
Swift renovated the curtains, and the wind cuckoo circled the old branches. It's late spring in the picture gallery. It is also a flat green and rising Xichi.
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Swallows fly low in the curtains and dance in the mirror.
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Swallow's voice, like the sad and lonely official flower in the old court, soon turned into mud and dust. Since the death of Guo Jia, this beautiful public court has been closed. Swallow, no one has been seen for several years.
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Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
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Whispering between the swallow and the beam, the substrate comes to sleep.
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Sweet tea dreams are afraid of cold spring, while green covers close the door and swallows are idle.
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Travel food surprised Shuang Yan, bit mud into this hall. Should avoid dryness and dampness, return to cold.