Tianshan View of snow Wang Zhaoyi invited our camel meat cutting
Poet: Wang Yuanliang
North levy has been ten years, depression and grief cramped.
Zhu stick to see the Tianshan Mountains, snow-ray bright jade.
Everywhere Zhan eagles, sunny day hunting swan.
Restrain people without cooking stove, went so far as the eve of its belly hollow of a tree.
Cypriot side to beauty, asked me to sub Congee.
Armed with knives and iron, is pleased to cut camel meat.
Do not blame Cottage Weng, a full death can also be seen. |
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