ancient style poetry
The dying year That is something Send a child by the baas
岁暮即事寄子由先生
Zhang Lei
Suimu Huaiyang off, two more than idle poor.
Sit facing the wall toward the faint, snow closed ranks.
Deep Yifo grow old, the annual decline of more addicted to books.
Not forget the prime industry, and talk comfort with the dead.
Where are the next level house, open the ancient Market.
Chicken dolphin to nearly round, Chung Ji Fu Lai neighbors.
Snow pressure shift to bamboo, cream wilt from the kinds of vegetables.
Wupi Meng Yan several, monk wrapped in brown skull cap.
Wenshao off like meat, vegetarian, such as holding law only.
Prostitute women worry cold, embarrassed men make clothing garment.
Drug violence has been ill for three, meals a poor speech Yu.
Long bottle lying corner, short brown down days, Wu.
Xiao Mei iron quilt shop, cook rice morning a few beads.
Du Mu Chan with the tibia, Han Ge heating system footer.
So when this life, fame gone almost.
Worry about the wind shoot horses, rabbits every line to be humble.
Jiu Mu Xiang City music, well versed in virtual dream.
Who would pity nine obeisance, took a deep one is.
Looking old body empty, vast-year-old wants to _delete_.
But when heard wonderful Hui, cut off the feet to be finished tattoo skin.
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