The one thousand years ago with the Double Ninth
and Poetic
meant for you snow white wins
billowing outside the threshold of the Yangtze River after the passage of many years
falling clouds that fly in the last hint of facial
alive in the poem that Autumn sky color of the melting of the CPC long
still beautiful in the poem and no one knows, including your own life
you are dipped in the blood
in the Early autumn in the heart of the lonely
prophecies in the Peak
such as interpretation is always on the steps of twenty-seven Love
night turned into a carp
Su back to the goal
night
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