ancient style poetry
to live in retirement
屏居
Shi Wenxiang
My life is the Shu-yung, without the dust of dreams.
Million mountain home screen, quite wild from vertical.
Consumer Yaoyingtuogou, Wen Tong release bridle horse.
Tian Han put moose in, the sultry smell of spring birds, Long.
Zhu medicine when hoe, garden irrigation Weng hold morning.
Wei Fu pick raw, cooked orange bag off tribute.
Qiao has nest Crane, thin pen to be Ming Fung.
Looking back, as the people of the world, so if the ants a coax.
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