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There is no clear sky under Li Bai's yellow mud, the sea is full of clouds, and the moon is full of gray waves. The middle of Sichuan is like a stack of squatting banquets for Yao's family, and the enemy prostitutes' building faces the water grid. How can you rush over and catch flowers to get in the way?
This is completely a spoof of netizens. Li Bai has no such poems. Besides, it is obvious that if the rhyme of a poem is not neat and standardized, it is not even leveled. If it's a word, I haven't found a tablet in this format so far.