Phoenix Flute Comments

Phoenix flute leads the way and cries of the cranes accompany journey, touring Erhai with friendship
Small birds are unwilling to leave people, plum fragrance full in sleeves, fog locks at the Tiger Stream to hide traces
Poem recites the dawn moon and kite scurries into the willows, rhymes knock billows of the green water
Wine intoxicates the setting sun and cloud is fascinated of the ancient road, a person outside the lofty mountain and high range
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