宋代 魏瓘 Wei Guan  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wei Guan
  Lei Lei Weng cream made for a decline. Trace class off Punta years.
  Thousands of miles away owned by two-Que, the one free in the crowd.
  Although the first gift of grace Chi Hou, battlements on the power thing is empty.
  Go on the mountains without the Huai, Hui Qing tears shed alone spring.
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Wei Guan
  Jane White Tie Guan poetry, fan spine together bluebottle.
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Wei Guan
  Who made the ridge outside the no frost, anything to have his head fall.
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