ancient style poetry
Even as
偶成
Wang Menglei
Late a sense of hope Huangcheng heavy sigh, tired of years of Xingke homelessness.
For thin rice fields without a goose, crow court places little cold branches.
Officers spent in the book reading, wine, stop by and sick for a long time on credit.
When at the beginning of the warm look around, explore Shu Mei with a few flower.
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