ancient style poetry
jinnee
神仙
Zhang Biao
Immortals can learn nothing, about a hundred names. How vast world, the world half-dirge.
Brighter and more confusion Floating Life, the good turned evil. First to other gallop, Road bitter thin.
Yang Shou elders think, lonely young man smiled. Grains of non-long, four-gas is a panacea.
Liezi why wait, my heart full of boundless.
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