ancient style poetry
Dong Xiange
洞仙歌
Zhao Zifa
Barren moon, under the clouds come and go.
Quiet night slightest few.
Asked the end of things past and present, leaving the empty light repair on households, Utah was then jade ax.
Sijun holding feather fan, to be with micro-Yin, Pei-style ring of water to drink truffles.
Be Goulou Dan into, about the light fly, human world, I do not know depart.
More shouts and I sound Zhenlin River, see Luanhong flush, semi-rock Huayu.
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