Shoals of small series

----- A still better to do, the second look back then new. Tonight, the wind is coming from a distant water States
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you listen to the

wind has blown the whistle spring water just swept over in February
ankle
Peach's flood season
volume between the eyes in my poetry a stream fish
spring water
blot
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spare time I go to Yague
cabin monks sit undisturbed
no idea

not disturb name of God do not pray
mass
only a pair of black and white of the eye to focus foreground < br> eyes
a person is from the white sand to dark
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and this year's New Year's Eve as usual
Shou Sui

I still do not know how many people keep such stars
In the depths of silence
feel I will remember this night
father
remember a name
reminded of a meet in the minnow
mm
Tao Huaxun