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Wushan poetry
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Wushan is high and cloudy, and Jianghan floats back to the sky.

The sun and the moon can't shine in the deep forest, the caves and valleys are closed, and the wind and thunder are born.

The dangerous peak is halfway out of the equator, and the sunset apes sing and moan.

Tiger teeth and red armor, which separates the atmosphere.

Where are the remains of the King of Chu? But see elk jumping Artemisia.

At this time, the loyal minister put Zepan down, but he wandered with the Shanxi merchants.

The fox in the mountain never dies, but becomes a woman's lotus cheeks.

Traces of hidden dreams turn tears into roses.

The gods are angry and can't pray, and the clouds are bleak and faint on the balcony.

The storm can't wash away, and the fake hand Qin Kui flies.

Sincere feelings come from all kinds, and evil bandits come from all over the world.

Don't you see that Yan Fu is as beautiful as the king in his dream?

Wushan is very close to Chu Palace, and there is endless resentment in the end.

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Wushan Mountain is high and gloomy, and its inner belt stretches for thousands of miles.

The sun is shining during the day and the mountains are beautiful.

Xuanyan is rugged and uneven.

The scene is different, and the distance is sad.

Sacrifice the Chinese New Year to travel and hunt, and ride a thousand times together.

Cui Qu composed a song, and Yu Gai played Qiongzhi.

The dragon rode back to the garden and played Lanchi for the first time.

Going back to the middle road is endless entertainment.

Set up a wine field and a ceremony at Gaotang Temple.

The king is a thousand years old, and the years are so long.

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Twelve peaks in Wushan are high, and the dream of the king's soul is empty.

There are a lot of idle clouds and rain on it, and it is only a matter of time.

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Shu Road connects Bashui, Wushan connects Chuyang.

Love comes from sex, and sorrow comes from Xiaoxiang.

Maple leaves sing in early autumn, and apes sing at night.

How can you lose a goddess, just like dreaming of a king?