ancient style poetry
Drunk yin 3
醉吟三首
Zhang Yun
No land to work to age, lack of wine materials this spring. Flowers and birds from his smile, pretend Zuiwo tower.
No one pay attention down the high hearts is anger. I do not know when the popular Italian, taught me, if a man.
Non-enter the market seeking profits, have not in the name of the DPRK. Sometimes local custom objects, to accompany and camp.
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