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The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems. Zhongzhou is in its heyday, and boudoir has more leisure time. I remember laying stress on three to five, spreading green crowns, twisting golden snow willows, and fighting for Chu in clusters. Now haggard, windy, first frost, afraid to go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
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I have an embroidered waist, which makes me radiant. Red Luo Fu fights the account, and the four corners hang sachets; Box curtains are sixty or seventy, with blue ropes. Things are different, and all kinds are inside. People are despicable and not enough to welcome future generations. They were left behind for no reason. Always for comfort, never forget! "
The cock crows outside, and the bride's makeup is neat. Embroider my skirt, everything is four or five. My feet are on tiptoe and my head is shining. If the waist is flowing, you will smell the bright moon. Refers to the root of onion, with dani in its mouth. Chinese odyssey with thin steps.