ancient style poetry
dark Sail
夜行船
Ni Junshi
Exercises had been sparse mad young and old.
Degree of casual feast, drama shot.
Students come to the air, dead from the air to go, what joy, what trouble.
Said that two ghosts and impermanence.
Not as a blessing, not making trouble.
Hell King of Hell, Heaven the Jade Emperor, to see you go, there detention on.
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