and Tao yuanming beg for food poem a (poem)
Poet: Zhao Bo
I was born poor in the fall, Yubi will be his last.
Last year is not poor, even worse fake credit speech.
Ring friends and family this year, phase Xie exchanges.
Camps in degrees toward the faint, half-cup of beans quinoa soup.
Laugh I do not know regret, and, and Yuanming poetry.
Cao phase child language, fortunately I lack the talent. |
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