ancient style poetry
Two Poems
诗二首
Hu Qiudanbigui
Takamatsu more Mening, the rustling clear and sad. Lung Shan then quiet, secluded ridge empty Cui Wei.
Visible only the day and did not do night table. Although students who know music, soul to return to safety.
Re-read the pro-status, heart and liver destroy weep. He made more wail, Ah Fu Ah.
God is not science, shape of the empty souls. Not my day North Korea, pine doors for me.
Although the complex was separated from quiet, still Chinen descendants. Why send sad sigh, all the property of their roots.
Message to the world of people, tired of the Pro Mo Fang respect. Chuang asked bones, three music into a bubble.
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