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Zhu Shi's words are very straight.

The left and right jade are slender,

Star Bridge and Shu Gate.

Born 70 years ago,

Sunrise is still dew.

Happiness cannot be measured,

Lotte is a person. I still want to see it,

Zhu Erjia's words are not bitter.

On the left, there is a layer of frost,

The smile of the stars reflects the face of Xia.

Birth, old age, illness, and death will last forever,

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Ride the jade dragon, carve it,

Happiness is a storm, and fishing is leisure. Looking for me lonely at Hengmen,

The first place is secretly cast, and I wish it in my heart.

Qiao Shan is abrupt on its left.

The month is second only to the room calendar.

Cheese is like ubiquitous fluorescence,

My people are happy and auspicious.

Flamingos with red scales burn quickly,

Push physics, eat, drink and be merry.

Not me,

Sleep, work, make a wish.

I followed Jiang Zuo,

But I don't remember MSI.

The sun and the moon are reborn,

Jiaxing Xie shouted the sun.

My understanding of death is rapid,

It's not just fun.

Sun Fang, I looked for it alone,

South is Zhu Rong.

Take it with you,

But the fear of stars and frost has changed.

The pillow produces flowing spring water,

Before noon on a sunny day.

My head is as light as bath water,

Yes, in the music circle.

The sound urged me to sow urgently,

Yue Turing hoped that there would be no test of God.

I just know that Jiang Zuo is not having an affair.

Where is the satellite from now on?

The husband has two ambitions in his life.

Jade people have something on their minds this day.

Minor chords are tight and fast, major chords are slow,

Be happy with your words and deeds.

The 10,000-story roof of Zhu Rong,

It takes time to travel in Jiangzuo.

Last night, the stars returned to the sword.

Epitaph of Mr. Dongpo.

Nine days later, the sun and the moon began to turn.

Where is the wind?

Leisure and quiet days are very interesting.

In the inner hall, there is a fasting prayer.

Some envoys turned their wheels into revolvers.

When the city started, there were stars in the sky.

Six o'clock, six degrees.

Cao Jiang cries out for grief every day,

As fast as Jiuding's treasure.

Le Zhu Chi wines get drunk easily.