唐代 李彦暐 Li Yanwei  唐代  
One poem at a time

Li Yanwei
  Mulberry fear at high enough sleep not wait for spring. Under any of the remaining climbing sorrow, that boast looks like jade.
  Is not the daughter of a gift, five horses wander empty. Why become true, secluded grove green snow.
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