唐代 张迥1 Zhang Jiong  唐代  
One poem at a time

Zhang Jiong
  Kam word up with who, Xianting grass and dry. Off lights in the night long, solitary days away Yansheng.
  Cicada coming withered will do, Qiuran white no. Worry, without a word several times, because look Shuofang map.
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