Autumn Pay 王昭仪
Poet: Wang Yuanliang
Since the autumn of thick glass of wine when, burning the midnight oil to see the sword tears deep.
Taiwan Kui little gold friend, Jasper Gordon empty sound well adjusted.
Autumn Leaves Guguan dream, a light rain at night hometown heart.
Pretrial last night Indus language, underlying strength rustling into the short lapel. |
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