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horn and war in the Horn of infant smoke
you quietly born
such as a spring cut pink mesh
surprised the winter silence
plow turned up the sticky dried blood sweat and
aspect overflowing field
run over the cheeks of the old thin dry gully circuitous
you stand proudly
shake off the gray covered with coal powder
a rolling thunder of years
rain curtain suddenly began to blur
washed over and over submerged ruins
far cry
step board led by the colorful blossoming clouds
climbing Jin Hong
in a pool of blue ink brush in your chic as it wings
male Eagle
deep engraved words you load
desert oasis
glimpse of the sword dance of trickle Juan
how can you shoot the sea teeming
stretching thousands of miles of the Great Wall is the backbone of your fearless < br> I kneel at your feet devoutly worship
stretch
as you clip-clop of the city next to the roots
Laohuai dust tail with your lovely British Gas
