s Garden A little drink, or a few drinks (of some alcoholic beverage) The return
Poet: Li Liuqian
He rushed to the summer, south of the water Chuk Yuen.
Trunk fat was secret paintings, pen and old marks seen.
On the non-Sushi, Yan breathing of fish can not name.
Wang Lang eye moon, pointing see the roots.
Bo Yi and disk solution, the host solid, pleasant.
Xiuzhu virtual fast ride, side when summer trouble.
Twilight of the _set_ting sun sent countless black birds noisy.
Yoshiki misty dark, muddy water trickling.
Star hanging eaves side, I shadow to clear bottles.
Origin of the line so do not abuse, language is not complicated to catch dust.
I do not know talk Seoul ears, good at is hard to speak. |
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