ancient style poetry
present Qiji
赠齐己
Xu Zhongya
No. Qi Tang monk I have been, when the prime minister is not a monk device. Žļ see dreams every five small,
No physiological self-disfigurement. God breeze a lapel bone thin, loose old frosty deep crane disease.
A word realized the sea of life and death, hibiscus spit glass heart. Nausea saw Tang Fengya missing,
Cracking Bingtian flying snow. There is clear plug Qingjiang spirit, soul weep for the wilderness left on.
Grid where the ancient, Heavenly is not there who knows the Lord. Chaos scuttling chicken yellow,
As pure as the wind scattered gall bladder pain. Means any new, Vega machine pick clouds.
Tone warm nights come Zhenzai law, blowing sound tender youth. He stressed Ya,
Jiandi Lone Pine autumn shed. Chang-e months learning to walk is true, Gui Yushan wind down under.
What strange language, throwing things around the blood when a Dragon. Archosaurs out of Japan across the sea,
Take the lead Wanshan rain fly. Justice has been so public, such as alone in the vast atlas.
A bamboo mat loose air-cooled ice, long associated with the nest to sleep by the room to move.
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