ancient style poetry
Cold night, chilly night Shuang Wen Zhong
寒夜闻霜钟
Lu Jingliang
Zhong hair night, a layer of clear sound Cen. Dark cream cut into the fan, telemetry temple deep.
How much leakage of the city chaos, a few miscellaneous sparse anvil. Police who have been away from the dream, still stained with visitors lapel.
Until the time when life couple, hold control of the mood. If the ignorant, who _set_ the tone.
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