Tired to go on a picnic for viewing flowers ferry restaurant
Poet: Wang Zhi
Old tree cliff side shore Cha dry, lean down Xiecha.
Foot shallow river, palm-like Ping overlap.
The mountain shoes, carrying Zhu Zhang, You-Jian Ying met Sha Yu chaos involved.
That people, bamboo _ tile pottery.
Quite quite chilly.
Have micro-sip.
Is sun light, dusk intoxication, breeze fluttering.
Has become an instant thing of the past.
Bear chase chase.
How better in the old grains, remain suspended when the shadow return Sharp.
To be heavy, the small twist get the water Huashan leaves. |
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