Poet: Zhang Bi
Wind faint oblique rain day flying colors, injustice backbone heap skull language. Eight-horn people sadness down firmly,
Is an idyllic deserted the Lord. Sad sigh fight the world since ancient times, several times so complex universe.
Qin toil toil built the Great Wall, Han Zu District White Snake dead. Come and Noda of the bone into dust,
Feng Yan Xi is also a new pavilion complex. Willing to go too long under the Mountain horse
Noda, who no-heap injustice. |