The old garden spits out the secluded bushes in three ways.
Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky overnight.
I haven't been home for days,
See the autumn wind through the hedge.
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Today, ancient rivers and mountains have no fixed basis, and horses come and go with the sound of drawing horns.
Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
Never complain about countless things? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road.
How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.