Xuan Wuhan nodded, said that Xuan Qing was a little sad, and said: "My child has loved to read poetry since he was a child, but he doesn't read it famously, and he specializes in reading poems written by an anonymous person. ”

"I made a thousand wishes in front of my pillow, to rest and wait for the green mountains to rot. Is it the author of this poem? Kou Xiao asked.

"Has Childe heard his poems too?" Xuan Wuhan asked.

Kou Xiao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "No, I also listened to what Ling Gongzi said." ”

"The poet's other poems are written in my son's heart, and it seems that this poet is also an ambitious but unambitious person. Okay, let's not talk about him, what is the matter with the old man called the old man today

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