Short report of the state Buddha hall Township monk Man Father abbot
Poet: Su Shi Jiashan Wanli a dream, Wu sound has gradually become children. Shu-old man talk about every day, will feel Emei emerald sweep empty. Division has forgotten words really a proper way, I sentence than a hundred search reactive. Roof next to the herbs, more like a poem full of eastern Zhejiang. |
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