ancient style poetry
France Qu Xian Xian Music
法曲献仙音
Jiang Kui
Kan hills, under fasting, Wonderful scene.
I counted it, to assign this
Virtual House cage cold, small screens through May, the evening high partial pity.
Isolated tree house, the level of Chi Road, Wu Shan make into the statue ZU.
Chennai Chuke flooded to stay long, melancholy vocal cords to the anvil.
Repeated review.
Through autumn, total return unsuccessfully.
Who read me, and re-see cold The red dance.
Arouse the makeup people, and asked Bu cents today in thou art.
Jian Luan like pen, and even now, not road show period.
Youhen hold his life, into the sand side of misty rain.
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