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来源: 于 2012-08-13 05:34:59 [博客] [旧帖] [给我悄悄话] 本文已被阅读：次

The yellow river rolled down from the clouds move in billows

Surrounded by ten thousand mountains there stood a desolate town

Lamenting flute sounds shouldn't have held a grudge against the willows

As beyond the Jade Gate, spring breeze  has never been blown