South building to make Hang Han bamboo go get busy and write did not return not dream of
Poet: Zhang Yan
Saw another horizon.
Sigh sigh of life.
Would like to forget, the river lute.
Poem and Wine poured rain outside, are Mowen, it belonged.
Care for me, coming from the first of China.
Need to worry that return on credit.
To the West, heavy hidden haze.
Hugh said children put cranes and mountains, the most scattered, is plum. |
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