ancient style poetry
Thoughts
有感
Su Jiong
Winter are owned by the door, special interest Yan bad idea.
Saotou itch I do not know, but the shortage of shortage of mind.
Frequency of Habitat by the Lord to come to the Church.
Floating in the air fifteen, at the sad wind, frost, dew.
And no way to line, rather to know not to give up.
An swallow nest, will be stung by hidden cave fish.
World non-not wide, a difficult amount of the letter.
Complex chaos chaos, Craftiness emperor Zhu Qiang.
District Complex District, must cook breakfast food.
Court Quarters slough long bones, brothers and subsistence busy.
Relatives have no power to, the window-like soup.
Friends of non-small, cooked, as the first sentimental.
For life and life is long, like the wearer properly.
Stricken wife called the weak, the third son of disease in the bed.
Ru crying mess to my ears, I cut Ru intestinal pain.
My parents have read, Tao Shanyong sea.
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