Pour out libation the moon's reflection on a river Mei-a strange Customers for the north wine, displace basin Ran Wei
Poet: Liu Chenweng
Cold of winter, Xiangming, human operator, in addition to Plum nothing.
Song glimpse of three are not, hastily cutting the east wall.
Yan Jian before the wind, wondering what was going bamboo, the direct question Tianjiao snow.
White family to, a cross out of the final kit.
Lei lonely little sparse, the third overall pick to break, to know when to send complex.
North Station is not far and the spring, only to bury the window out.
Fortunately, Ice, with some wind Xiao, How can we help more than clean hair.
To fill the post, Plum Blossoms another moon.
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