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Yuan and ten years, Zuoqi Jiujiang County Sima. Next year, send the guests of Yunpukou, smell the boat in night bomb, listen to his voice, and there is Kyoto; ask him, Chang'an advocates women, try to learn Mu Cao 2. An older color failure, she is committed to Jia people. Five wine, make the fast-moving number, and the songs. Self-six less than a happy happiness, this drifting is rushing to the rivers and lakes. I have been in the second year of the second year, I am in the same time, I have a statement, I will consider that there is a long sentence, because the long history song is given, all six hundred and six words, life. Yanyang Jiangda night delivery, maple leaf flowers Qiussey. The owner is under the boat, and the wine is not taking care. It's not easy to be drunk, and you will not be in the river. Suddenly heard the sound of the water, the owner forgot to pay attention. Search, please ask, who, 琵琶 声 停 停语 语.. The transfer is similar to the invitation, and the wine will return to the banquet. The thousands of shots are still hidden in half. The shaft is twice and two, and there is no match. String strings are concealed, and it seems that it is unreasonable. Low eyebrows, running, saying that it is infinitely in the heart. Gather you slowly pick, you will be a neon. The big string is like a rain, and the string is cut like a private language. The noisy cuts and dismisters, the big beaded beads fall. The gentleman flower is slightly smooth, and it is difficult to fill the ice. Ice spring is cold and stringed, and it is not condensed. Don't have a quiet and hate, there is no sound in this time. Silver bottle broke with water pulp, iron riding highlights the knife gun. The end of the tongue is a heart painting, and the stringed sound is like a cleavage. The East Ship is quiet, so I saw Jiang Xinqiuyue white. In the sinking of the slings, rectify clothes and gain. Self-speaking is the capital of the city, and the home lives in the wilderness of the shrimp. Thirteen students have become the first part of the teacher. The song has been taught, and makes makeup into every autumn. The Wuli year has a lecture, a red and unknown. Silver sprinkles, blood, rolls. This year, laughing, next year, the autumn months and the breeze. The brother walked from the army to death, and the color was going to come. The door is cold in front of the car, the old boss is married business woman. The merchant is lighter, and the front of the frontier is going to buy tea. Go to the Jiangkou to guard the ship, wind the ship in Mingjiang. Dreams in the night, dreaming makeup tears red. I am sighing, and I will smell this. The same is the end of the world, why bother to meet! I went to Emperor Jing, and I was sick and Yangcheng. Yanyang is free, no music, not smelling silk. Near the river, low humidity, yellow retrieval bamboo. Is there anything in the emperor? Du Du Fu. The spring river flower is the autumn night, often takes alcohol. No mountain songs and villages, vomiting and tear! I smell the words tonight, if I listen to the Immortal Ear. Mo said more to play a song, turning a row. I feel that I have a long time, but I am sitting on the string. I don't seem to be in front of it, and I have been hidden. Who is the most, Jiangzhou Sima Qingzhiguan!
--- Bai Juyi ----
