ancient style poetry
appear The blue sky
透碧霄
Zhu Shuda
No doubt the early cliff road, have been transferred through the Bi Xiao-know.
Ding fast cooking tea on spring sinus, low suction cup Haimen tide.
Township universe mighty heart away, busy days off coming from the withered Cang.
For about the same smile Hung cliff, the mountain from the rustling of bamboo □.
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