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The Seven Laws · Gift to travelers
Text / The wind blows that blue
The bamboo gap branches are red and oblique, and they come home late to find a strange way.
The roots are withered and the old juniper is still in the shade, and the autumn cicadas are no longer sighing.
There is a rhyme, and the spring is a song, and the dust-free leaves are like flowers.
The precipice should be raised when lying down, and the sky of Dailing is covered with purple yarn.
Jiachen year, May twenty-seven strokes in Zhengzhou City, Henan Province
