7 Eight-year old will be true poetry seventeen
Poet: Liu Zhen
Chuisi Fortunately, with the feast today, the Home itself is purple Zhu Danian. Enjoy the scenery is not yet intimate retreat,
I still feel full force of poetry. Xianting drinking when in March, I brush like the Seven Sages.
Mountain autumn fog when cooked Bi Ming, he'll pour fresh at pink clouds. Linjiehuaxiao such as geisha,
When the orchestral sound of the bamboo near the Loose. Although not life and death, poor school tactics, earth does it mean that god. |
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