Distant red window Xian Lu
Poet: Zhou Bangyan
A few days ago, really a drunk.
Do not know, out of the window Luanhong has struck a half fingers.
Shadows on the rock broken by the wind.
People suddenly began to spring alcoholic.
Personal one, students have economic Chu, to the ears, asked at the present does not wake up.
Love of children, shuffles.
Get people angry and drunk. |
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