Cold Food ago Day Mooning Weir Tomorrow Arrival will boast Day after day Counterblast Blowing Sand Have no choice but To cross Lake
Poet: Zhao Bo
I had left the enemy Cold Food, children re-ning with the calendar at home.
Corruption hang long bitter letter, translated 五日 lag sand.
To be accounted for from the bell tower of words, you see the clouds from the gun carriage.
Over the head numerous Liu Li-chun, chaotic pendulum frequency of loss of habitat silk crow. |
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