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古情诗集（Ancient poetry） In Bai Juyi Lives in the city of great saphenous, small hidden hill fan. Qiu fan too cold, too loud clamor towards the city. As for hidden, hidden in victoria. Like a place out of the complex, non busy nor idle. Only the hermit, by Ji Qiean , I was not born, I was born old I was not when you were born, I was born old. You hate me later, I hate you earlier. I was not when you were born, I was born old. Hate not born at the same time, a good day and the king. I was not when you were born, I was old when you were born. I leave you my prince, my cape septum. I was not when you were born, I was old when you were born. The butterfly actively look for flowers, grass habitat every night. Two, Li Zhiyi divination operator I live in the Yangtze River head, you live the tail. Do you think Japan and Japan, drink water of the Changjiang river. When will the water stop flowing, when does the hateness. I wish your heart my heart, not lovesickness. Three, the Book of Songs Bei wind drum The drum boring to use. Turkish city of Cao, I only southbound. From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and song. I dont have to worry, sad. Here we stay in? Hence his horse? In order to? Among the trees of the forest. You always know the right thing, and that. Hold your hand and grow old together with you。 Ah wide Xi, I live. Sigh Xun Xi, I dont believe. Four, the evil Wrong! I want to be together, life without end. The hills do, the river for the exhaust, the thunder rumbles in winter, Xia Yuxue, heaven, but dare and the king must! Five, line of heavy line Rows of heavy lines, and the king of separation. To thousand years, the career in the sky. Road resistance and long, meet an unknown. Hu MA in the birds nest north, South branch. To date, she has been slow. Floating clouds cover the sun, regardless of return home. Si Jun is old, years and already late. I do not leave, to add a meal. Six, magpie fairies Qin Filamentcloud activity, flying star to hate, the Milky way dark. Autumn scenery o