宋代 曾乾曜 Ceng Qianyao  宋代  
One poem at a time

Ceng Qianyao
  Then, abruptly, when one servant.
  Red fear that, Di Gonglang children.
  Gas-strait high-spirited for the right county, the Office of child cried, after the mission you have unlimited eminence.
  First, not knowing each other since.
  Take Bong, planning to play HU.
  Beijing may go even when to go, eight provinces, rampant is any, it will be too humble.
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丑奴儿