Poet: Fang Qianli
Courtyard Yuqing, Forest shines, sleeping more than double duck.
School repair moth is dyed, Yoo Dailv fine uniform.
Xiulian half of the volume, through laughter, Suo Hua house windows.
Rhyme with the crisp sound of the pharynx, far and near when you hear string and wind.
At first glance the unlined garment, twist it round fan, Xuan sultry climate.
Arrogant horse while a baby to draw the same song by embroidered Square.
Life is like a pin, wave ground eyes and ears.
Return Zuixiang, Melancholy is still as independent travel. |