Bits and pieces Window rushes, reeds
Poet: Zheng Gangzhong
Lo trim window, leaning sapphire solitary thin.
A guilty conscience to know the night cool, fan chaos touching.
Make me into Youmeng, such as places in the rivers and lakes.
Xi Yan Fang hereby difficulties, Ireland in the eyes green.
Nonetheless Roucui posture, committed line of Su-autumn air.
Started falling frost and dew, the water chestnut, etc. destroy the cover charge.
Probably no King Day, not as cold of winter bamboo. |
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