Autumn Thoughts of Du Ling
Looking south at the capital of the northern emperor, there are no pictures of the two.
I only heard that he had expelled Mr. Zhang, but I didn't feel sad with doctor Chu.
There are purple osmanthus growing on the Bank of the rock in the early cool, and there are thin shadows on the edge of the well.
A cup of wine, his years of memory, to Qingbo sent five lakes.
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