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(Li Shangyin)
Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it, and the wax-covered lamp is red.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official question, walking around Malantai and turning around.
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(Li Shangyin)
What came is empty words and disappears, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more so that he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan