Poet: Li Bai
Flew past the sea, the three dragons Fun war. Zhong Wei waves, tilting hack Ben whales.
Yellow for a sweep, cutting soil to open Wu Jing. Six generations of more Overlord, remains the capital see.
So far Qinhuai, the ritual show of heroes. To fan the Lu Zou, Yan Xie Tang poetry name.
May Jinling West, more than under the white ancestors booths. To find House summit, the first row around the Han River.
Ziyan incense burner off, falls off too pure. If the climb to the stars, waving Myanmar Feelings. |