宋代 盛文韶 Cheng Wenshao  宋代  
One poem at a time

Cheng Wenshao
  Cui Yu chirp at night, when the empty mountains Yan Jian.
  Man more than cold, shot to do the boughs.
  Tour of Hong thin canopies were, braving the snow and cold of deep knowledge.
  Who have subsequently, purpurin Mok Jin-Qi.
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梅花