ancient style poetry
Xiao-dong The Travel
洞霄纪游
Wen Jian
Has never been this mountain, do not mind traveling a few.
Margin of discretion for each cup of sleepy, Wei Xia Fu poem.
Hill repeated for fear of shame, like Yin sigh thinking astringent.
At the beginning of the rod sandals, wake up seeing Tanzanite.
Vegetation was quiet position, comfortable Xiuse smoke.
Carrot deduction habitat palpable truth, beam burn through a large wash.
God the cross Shiliang, Lou Qiao-day rock.
Not every fairy, Ruo Ling was no way.
Jiao Agnes dance back, overlooking the cloud root Yi.
How about coming out to go, Gan Pei Ze soar.
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