Whisper of Tang poetry

In the winter of the third year, I laid out the small hall and the bedroom seemed a little warmer. Thinking of my old age and illness, I occasionally chanted my thoughts.

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Hai Man Man Jie Qiu Xian

In the winter of the third year, I laid out the small hall and the bedroom seemed a little warmer. Thinking of my old age and illness, I occasionally chanted my thoughts.

Accompanying Lu Mingfu on a Boat Ride

Send Xiong Jiu to Anyang