ancient style poetry
thermae
温泉
Sun Mao
Qiao Lin Yuan smoke condensate, rocks lying like a tiger.
Hot spring in his next, the number of Chi Xu broad and deep.
Steamed hundred Ding Fei, Gun Gun Lizhu spit.
However, warm, pleasant views, the same cold and heat.
I have to give up a wash, and gas overflow guests and hosts.
Who would have thought the valley, the foreign body is there to take.
Spring has heard of the power, boundless expanse of Baptist Wo millet.
Vapor or clouds, will rain for Fu Yan.
Sage hold integrity, chic like source.
Ze blog thing his life, who can get when the Royal.
Nonetheless fighting Shau only fame and fortune held every light.
Once the tip broken, no less than a few laughs saliva.
Lin Feng Zhu Siquan, but please do Andean language.
Looking Li Sanin, sad old before hanging.
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