ancient style poetry
You Long Mountain
游龙山
Zhang Kang
Across the mountains for a long time, today is a clog.
The first meaning to the temple, old pines bend each coil.
One by one long snake, storms and air blows.
Ying Luo Hui two, are hundreds of things.
Light Gengqing Yingying, like Golden and concealed.
Air Gallery polar wandering, old houses were Zu Wu.
Sengfang small wooden tray Bo, Nishihara visit Tanzanite.
Its absolutely the most quiet, it seems to be Zhushi.
So think of the ancients, more than a love mountains addiction.
To the Yi He is, what has been completed for a reward.
Less than above board, still, or once the future.
Nothing more than knowing place, wonderful front with straight arrows.
Mountain Spirit that Ru, Wen're not moving.
Poetry left the mountains, and report to difficult situation.
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