Feng and Xi Mei lodge for the night Porcelain tower of nanjing waterside pavilion
Poet: Lu Guimeng
Song of the peak holding pond shore level, on any clear night, the Pro virtual threshold. Monk wears a cypress Caifen shadow,
The Present gradual throwing the fish sound. Yi Shan Yin because it is easy to hard, the hard cross into the dream of autumn bamboo mat.
Do not cut the book to persuade Zhou Yong, contented cool day card affections. |
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