ancient style poetry
see sb. to the door
送客
Hui Di
Laugh a good son, I do not have tolerance.
Xiao Lan Yi busy even to tie down on the number of songs.
May want to drop a long song, enjoy wine more cutting.
□ am alone, more than music tiller ancestral gifts.
Language has been a dream yesterday, this language is not on that.
May be returned, the Yanghwa sky snow.
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