Song of the first six states Yuan Ming Temple
Poet: Yuan Quhua
Chaisang high implicit, Qiu sink position of Winter.
North window, and Xi Huang, the ancient period.
Laity doubt.
Belted really difficult, Fu go back, my good House, River Road ramp, carrying species of bamboo stick, see Yunfei.
Six-he jis hold high, blue heaven, the arrow with a streamer to pay any facilities.
And popular Hom only, contrary to this world either.
Mining Ju Dong.
Is leisurely, to see the mountain place, endless scenery, and the heart will be there who knows.
Piano in the interest, Beizhong Wu, drunk in the poem.
Can forget the machine.
Riding a whale to smile, to the golden and enjoy the sound thin.
Sigh tired wing, looking portrait is My teacher.
Free Shuailiu outside, shake sparse Tsui, inclined at shine.
Pedestrian sent to this, very sad sigh.
People have changed. |
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