[Chu Liuxiang] Chuanbo

Chapter 1 Wedges

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Three feet green and ancient Taiah.

The dancing wind cuts a wave of rivers.

There are shadows on the long bridge and dragons are afraid.

The running water grinds silently day and night.

The smoke on both sides of the strait is murderous.

Playing rain and fishing songs at five o'clock.

Autumn is only afraid of the westerly wind.

What can I do if I sell out all the edges.

The beginning of this article is the 13th year of Yongle.