ancient style poetry
Tea kitchen
茶灶
Liu Bian
Fairy enough drama, rock left vortex room.
Ziyang this to travel, and passenger Zhuming taste.
Smoke for a long time Xiaoxie, when the flying clouds.
Still lake water, still laughing as incense.
Mengrong clogs track in, not want to step Xiang.
Three absorption of this cold, empty dark green back into.
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