ancient style poetry
Chang Huai Night looking
长淮晚望
Wang Qingyue
Head off Changhuai vague Mang, the isolated city towering Forest floor space.
Anvil dash of cold autumn delivery letter, fishing flute sound cross breeze.
Lan Qing Yun Bai Tu Long gas, water and sky _set_ting sun turned the red crow.
Who were boat places tonight, the Red Cliff off Rocky reeds.
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