ancient style poetry
Send Li Zhai 2
寄立斋二首
Dai Liangji
When the south of Hong Fei, Fei Hung when the north.
Yan, looking through the classroom, and from death comfortable.
Autumn Sound to nine days, Xing Han Hao Promise.
Yanyan north bucket, elusive.
I hope very heart of labor, the dream three heave a deep sigh.
Vertical scales under the sink, there Fei wing.
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