ancient style poetry
Ying Yan
瀛岩
Gao Ximing
Wen Taiwan million Vals, traveled into the heavy callosum.
Chiashan off the bed, right close against better.
I heard Noe said, God is moving mountains.
Penglai of the three peaks, a peak of this loss.
Show of clouds on the dry, under pressure ao back interjection.
See the sea at midnight, purple halo open salt pool.
Demons to see the old wood, mad shrews, the people sing.
Wei Ting exhaustive buildings, cliffs without the old problems.
Master Yong I had, startled Ji body dare to independence.
I'm sick can not, dream often follow.
Autumn sea, the frost clear bass is fat.
Search more stream line martingale, Su Ji the dust outside.
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