ancient style poetry
rambling propensity
游兴
Shi Wenxiang
Nothing idler tube, supporting the bulk quinoa quiet step.
Must travel the ancient road dust, frost, rain forests of their leaves.
Flowing Stone sat listening, drew much interest empty.
Clouds nest son, met the two meet.
The long-forgotten language also, see the moon deep tree.
Love each other without delay, suddenly scattered with smoke.
Back late at night, mountain clothing damp dews.
However, actually ruin the final evening, no longer off Mount sandals.
Dream iron bell back, turn east roller bucket.
Heavy Yuxian nest, Yunshen in hunting.
|