Hu to Qiu-lan A plate or tray (of food) As for
Poet: Dai Fugu
My son to paternity side, for I Qiulan.
Chu Chen desolate position, exposed to cold air ban.
Moved from the rock gully root, go I Jian room.
The raising of the water stone, deputy of the hill.
Akin to the good friends, a total linger day and night.
Fragrance can breathe, I smoked the old lung liver.
But a dozen roots, as Jiuwan see. |
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