ancient style poetry
suddenly coulee
蓦山溪
Wu Shunxuan
What a garden, tall bamboo rolling green.
Xiao-Tao Seikei spring to see the Green Man, a pond.
Flowers on warm, nephew of King children to follow, pick wild Su, Gang River fish, there are more than wine, and purpose.
Go to parting, no will has no intention.
Said land or talk, but Hugh asked, the language weight.
Who is stronger who is weak, who is another who is wrong, the last thing, the next thing, a steaming bed pillow.
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