ancient style poetry
sentence
句
Pan Xian
Tap the stack ape the sound, the dusk to see Jianying Qiu Jiang. (Anyone to swim Shu)
Monk old white clouds, on high-birds chime cold side.
You heart is with the ape, not a non-famous person.
Pedestrian crossing flowing water, white horse into the front mountain.
Stuffed full of gold deep snow fall, every night I enter Hong Hanyang. (On and see the "Hosts")
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