宋代 郑雪岩 Zheng Xueyan  宋代  
One poem at a time

Zheng Xueyan
  Small pavilion just camp, cut the new plant syphilis.
  Decline Weng leisure, why not lead off less wandering.
  Sigh clutch life, like the Orioles from Yan, secret reminders circumstances.
  Lo Tik breeze, the sand filled tomorrow.
  Last fall, so the night, who accompany.
  To pull Tianhe blind alley, across the total dust.
  Unfinished crazy child official functions, behavior has never been hard to know, and interest to the Soviet units.
  No parting words were very drunk cup.
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水调歌头(甲辰皖山寄治中秋招客)