Poet: Mei Yaochen
To Weng Weng, the
Weng riding. Why words drunk,
Under forest in spring. Higurashi Yanchouguming,
Hoof foot towering sound fields. According to one month out from the east,
Hui was to embrace non-profit. Wine will wake up,
Unawakened and pour jade jade cup with ears to the body diarrhea, Dion also almost drunk.
Shanhua Jiong Xi, mountain wood very Xi,
Weng Ming Ding Xi. Right birds Ming Xi,
Xi Ming left the beast, Weng {left} geese ghost Come right page.
Come howl insect cicada, Shiquan noisy Xi,
Weng Mao Tao Xi. Weng twilight to dawn-to-order,
Tian Yi Wang Xi Sou wild parent only. Dion is not my scratch,
Since Tao Tao Weng. Weng homes I go,
Yiyi my heart. Stroke disabilities comfort me,
I intended to write the micro-Xi. |