ancient style poetry
Trace the word anvil
捣砧词
Gong Zongyuan
Han Yan Xing dedicated floating, on the provisional title of White Dragon cream floor.
Whose anvil get waisted pestle, Fall River City soon smashed.
Double Tong Tsui fall Kanai old, high and low by the cold westerly tight.
Fall through the clouds as dark sounds of static, a half day off ramp fleeting shadow.
Scattered melancholy sound the human ear Isles, where the first draw from the situation.
Palace leaves a long letter full of bands, the water level of Dongting Lake on the wave.
Miles Zhengfu sleep yet finished, shake the wind pounding on what Tintin.
Chu Kwan go off the Qinling Mountains have a long night of endless love pillow.
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