Brahman xeno-
| Multiple poems at a time |
婆罗门外Brahman xeno-
婆罗门外
Yang Jing
Evening clouds roll off, the sound can not leak a small curtain cage.
Milky night skies wash.
Haoyue Tong Xuan hanging, fall into the Moon Palace.
Jinbo is fixed, Gui Ying exquisite.
Not every beautiful woman.
Despair this evening, and who with.
Wine and song, full of melancholy remembrance cream red.
South where unhappy people, flute sound in.
Staring eyes, stand to make the west.