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Looking at the moon, I think of a distant ancient poem handwritten newspaper.

93, Mao Zedong "send athel loren" the first part.

There are many green mountains and green waters, but Hua Tuo has no choice but to be an ant!

Thousands of people in Ficus pumila lost their lives, and thousands of families sang songs.

Sitting on the ground, traveling 80 thousand miles a day, watching the sky and thousands of rivers.

Cowherd wants to ask about athel Loren, and he is equally sad.

94. Li Bai's Interview with Dai Tianshan

With the barking of dogs, peach blossoms are full of rain.

See the deer when the tree is deep, but don't ring the bell at noon.

Wild bamboos are green and misty, and flying springs hang blue peaks.

No one knows where to go. I'm worried about two or three loose.

95. Li He's "Song of Golden Bronze Immortals in Han Dynasty"

Maoling Liulang is a guest in the autumn wind, and I heard Ma Si's ignorance at night.

The osmanthus tree in the painting column hangs autumn fragrance, and the soil in the thirty-six palaces is green.

Wei Guan led the car thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shot at his eyes.

Empty sent John out of the palace door, thinking of your tears like lead water.

Declining orchid to send guests to Xianyang Road, if the sky is old.

The lonely moon is bleak, and the acropolis is low.