ancient style poetry
Turf
芝草
Li Dan
Raw edge of autumn, the petals feel bleak.
Where from nine to end a stretch to pick up pulse.
Guanju class Sengfang, suddenly there chicho crack.
Parallel between the tarsal purpurin, lid dusky white.
Autumn bacteria bitter blame, where drainage from the eyes narrow.
How can this man-made reasons, believe me bandit-day Eritrea.
Awakened more than a year while granary, eat solid food does not choose.
Absurd political ghost of the smile, the courage to look divine grid.
Acacia mountain peach, Long discrimination on six wheat.
Year by three Swiss, help me move seems in,
Back and by the PCT, an excuse to punish slow responsibility.
From now owned business Shan, Xie Qiao hands off.
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