Every person
Poet: Han Yuanji
Every person like strangers, does not distinguish the beginning of the name.
To bow greeting, but the road for a long time in opposition to another.
Province looks back, as if still dream.
Since the non-intimate exchange, Jun generation be difficult to remember.
One side will be no different, the voice is like fear.
Many forget the middle-aged condition, solid no intention mistaken.
Of typical need to think, explore Qi difficult.
Still want to Suiyang public, a saw slaves. |
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