In the lonely Yuan night, the obsession is to the blue sky. under the cold tree, singing by the wild bridge. There are no cars and horses in the dream, and there is less money for wine in a cup.

I don't know Sang Ziyue, can it be round tonight?

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 186, Zhongyuan Night Feeling is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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