The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
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Poems on the Seventh Month (2)
The kingfisher kept singing, calling me to go up the lake.
The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm.
The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open.
Even if there are thousands of earthly hatreds, walking wildly in the mountains is a trick!
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The third sentence is to say that the sun is shrouded in the mountains.
East Garden, refers to the East Lake Plum Garden. Tie a horse and park a 🐴 private car.
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
The seventh poem of the first month (2) The kingfisher keeps singing, calling me to go up the lake. The mountains on both sides of the strait are golden, and a river is clear and the tide is warm. The Guangcan people in the East Garden are horses, and the spring vegetables in Nanling are open. Even though there are thousands of dusts
