宋代 张沄 Zhang Yun  宋代  
One poem at a time

Zhang Yun
  Laoshen body of Ai Na, can not stand to take the potential sting empty.
  The first letter toggle spring claw, Hong marks in the snow, frost point.
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Zhang Yun
  Pingsha east wind rain, but under the basket to visit Sajia opinion.
  Battle lines I do not know spring early evening, wall Apricot want to fly.
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录苔梅
题黄碧酒肆