Zhang Xi Zeng amanuensis
Poet: Li Shangyin
Do not Hall Jun Guzhen, empty court I retreat. Pool of light from January and wild like Shen Shan.
Star of Chinese side will fall, off River a few still dream. String injury crisis all the way, Der pity roots.
Old trees with the wind for a long time, Ping Wu do at leisure. Never knew that the two worry constantly if the search ring. |
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