Nguyen lang return The royal garden The first month of summer Shi yan Ikegami Flying New yan Sweep the water Seek Was aimed Fu
Poet: Ceng Di
Liu Yin Ting Hall accounted for scenery.
Whisper clear day long.
New up a small blue pond.
Both take time water busy.
Ping loose, floc flying.
Light body mad.
To flow to the Fallen flowers fragrant pity.
Title would go to painted beams. |
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