Shuidiaogetou Gengshen Caroche night moon, bringing Jane Jia Chen times
Poet: Li Cengba
Although the three to five last night, Po Kam is not is pure.
Tonight only hope, is the very soul of rabbit round.
Is again bankfull mooring, cold soak glass ares, exterior and interior pot of days.
Peng Fu exhausted under the window, but fight night sleep.
Chang would like to be laughed at me, coming from the dark green then.
Repair his life to play, remember that distinctly old mountains.
Andhra bucket visit by Croucher, Information Moon Palace Hall, despair outstanding dust green.
Willing to give longevity medicine, for my bones to cents. |
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