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Poetry about archery

Then I will bow like a full moon.

Magpie blood carving bow is wet.

Hunting Wang Wei

The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng.

Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow.

Suddenly passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying.

The land of revival, the clouds are thousands of miles away.