Year: Song Author: Shi Fancong
People in the village will knit by hand if they are interested.
At present, the length and scale of secret work are much faster.
Jump out of the grass nest, but the rope has a nose.
Tie your heels tightly, close to your ears.
Throw the ground for gold, and the mud will not be stained.
Into Qian Shan Wanshan, feet together.
Zhaozhou tried his best not to lift, but Xuansha stumbled and pointed.
Drag it to the bottom and put it on, and lick it gently in the feces.
Xie Yunju Shanren straw sandals
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Yunjushan guest grass is a shoe, and the road turns to Qianfeng to send it here.
Yesterday, I stole a step, and I remembered the rooftop.