Do Or Think The Same Without Prior Consulation Comments

Who hold a wonderful pen, those whole courtyard of deep red and swhallow green seem ready to come out at one's call
You play a short flute, these a bright moon and soft breeze do or think the same without prior consulation
In autumn leaves yellow and in winter snow white, between forest, thousand years of circulating
In South of the Five Ridges spring ends and beyond the Great Wall haze thick, the dust world in many changing
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