Mount mirror to see the head from the cold, short hair rustling against the comb. Weathered for us the old world, dredging rivers and lakes Amidst the enemy. Life really as poor sub-channel papers, the World Do not indiscriminate book fame. Gold is difficult even if we have the wrong cast, easily disabled with a series plowshare.
Cramped than human one hundred, each sigh to see the mirror head. Although drunk to brothels and heart, dream no longer grow old Xuan Sang. Chess is busy stop late robbery rates, poems draw together the fragile nature of the cold oven. Multiplication and division is still like the body strong, sixty climbers do not help.
Look in the mirror. Lu Song "on the wine" poem: "Hi want to see Mirror Dance, recovery of juvenile crazy." Lu Song "in the autumn countryside are pregnant" Poetry: "resigned easy Seoul, watching mirror sigh feat."