宋代 吴昭淑 Wu Zhaoshu  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wu Zhaoshu
  Tonight Wing, said lead glass long sword.
  Students sitting in furnace Carboniferous, lights, a good rain to burn incense.
  Oh hand spring wire management.
  Jun and live, be it drunk.
  Do Acacia days after thousands of miles, south Jiangbei never forget themselves.
  Really a broken man intestine.
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望江南