Autumn night famous Lanting The chapter temple bell
Poet: Lu You
Lanting must lake, but a straw ha.
Lake waste wind dike line, and from the often complete view.
Worse than temple bell, far-ranging under the heavy ridge.
Smoke containing Mangcang the wind Lu were bleak.
Lying desolate cottage, the degree of this supernatant Wing.
Read a hundred washed air, the Yan Fat enlightening. |
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