sheet Poetry Yan is sent and its anti-sword to sword owned by the poem Death
Poet: Su Shi
I still can wipe the tears, forget the day at far.
Cried the mother can not hear, with the desire Ru Ju Wang.
Therefore, the county is still clothing racks, milk is rising stream bed.
To forget the sense of this life, one day lying stiff.
Middle-aged honor Wen Road, dream about have been _set_.
Drugs such as Qiu Shan Chu, temporary illness is more demand side.
Still loving the blade, cutting the aging gut.
For reflexive fans know, a grief to send more than hurt. |
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