宋代 危和 Wei He  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wei He
  My lofty hall, reminding us of scenes of non-human world.
  A couch lying clouds, raw cold could hardly sleep.
  Shochiku four mountains in autumn, whiz scared off ears.
  Who Gechuang, Zhu string writing flow.
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