ancient style poetry
Xiaochong Mountain
小重山
Zu Ke
Who first sent to the river concentrated hate.
Blue flow continuously, Chu Mountains.
Willow smoke and rain across sparse minutes.
Evening, Romley more hazy.
Tao Li a small garden space.
A person who still laughing, picked up Canhong.
Bead curtain air volume falling to do.
Were not seen, in the spring of the Green Wuhu.
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