Remote mountains meet Monk 2
Poet: Guan Xiu
Nayi line careless like months, the short hoe hoe scrap of wood from wood scraps.
Bluestone tread stream leaves the line, a few pieces of snow clouds over the two eyebrows.
Hill children were begging begging looks stubborn, _set_ fire to the cliff honey She collected.
Why So bear with the first mountain incense, a white basket a basket of chestnut mushroom. |
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