Poet: Su Zhe
Not a pleasant temperature in winter, snow in the night only.
Jilei my little window of light into the ice I was.
Patients to appropriate three days, really does exist at a stretch.
An air also peace of mind, two things the non-II.
Ran an inch of light, the end of the nether world under the candle.
Matter of no should not, things go bad idea ignorant.
I hate popular green deep, scratching the old Fozhi.
To as the six-pulse doctors, six pulse as it once was. |