Qiantang Tong Yuan's long and short sentences, six volumes.

Today's boudoir thinks, whispers, takes Yin as Ni, takes resentment as the track, takes resentment as the fork, and does nothing to return to the city. We know that. If the way of vocalization is the basis of genre. Short words are fierce, long words are erotic, Zhuang Yan thinks, slanderers don't believe, and absurd things have nowhere to come and nowhere to go. It's strange that I sing loudly and I'm not tired of my life. It inspired me to spend nine days in heaven, nine days in the deep, and ten days unable to return, but I was lonely and I didn't care about my former king. Why don't I adjust my teeth and cut a prostitute? A dead end, a pen writes for it.