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May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated

author:Guan Shan Yue A

May the sycamore stand and fragrant for thousands of miles

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Guanshan sunset to the west, huge waves pouring into the world.

The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised.

The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play.

Remnant dream sighs, duckweed aquatic grass perch.

He Zengxiang is beautiful? Flowers are hard to thank!

May the sycamore stand and be fragrant!

May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated
May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated
May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated
May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated
May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated
May the sycamore stand and fragrant thousands of miles guanshan moon A / Wenguan mountain sunset west, huge waves pouring into the world. The golden horse is windy in autumn, and the Pengtai horn is raised. The bitter sea fans, the curved fish no play. The dream sighed and floated

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