唐代 刘猛 Liu Meng  唐代  
One poem at a time

Liu Meng
  Health and fifteen months before the glory days look round. Over fifteen months after the date of fear glory thin.
  Color but not the night, one into the dark wine. Moss backed copper tray, light short not have to take empty.
  Hesitate to make up the moon, shame there is no such good work.
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Liu Meng
  Read a few years since, his hands in the possession of the hook. In the heart without hate, shame for my future.
  Chuan Tong old songs, and even prostitution are like soldiers. A Night's Dream Ge Ming, bitter reluctant older.
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Liu Meng
  Comb toward a white night, their tears drop of rain. Shameful Chuigong, the old woman for at home.
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月生
苦雨