again The eighteenth year in a cycle of sixty years Simple Vegetarian Dragon and Chen Yun
Poet: Liu Chenweng
Picking shame old side, so far back hastily.
Dream Day Shuiyun inclined to wear red.
Silly still alone, waiting for the wind of public Zheng.
Tide does not return to the sea decadent clouds, falling sideways Liaodong empty.
When heaven on the same.
Gong Yi Yuan is not met, silent wake up in the drunk. |
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