宋代 孙惔 Sun Tan  宋代  
One poem at a time

Sun Tan
  Wash the wind comb smoke, Secretary Jiang Mei spit take the first place.
  Takemura sand road.
  Shake Hanyu tenderness.
  Yin drunk soul the soul of the fragrance-free office.
  Worry, such as thread.
  Department of spring could not.
  And off the ice sticks to go.
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点绛唇