ancient style poetry
suddenly coulee
蓦山溪
Wang Shen
Jinfeng Yu Lu, wash out the body of heaven and earth.
High spirits to the former village, see one, not the end of the stream.
Bamboo Fence huts, towards each other two or three, look for fisherman, and asked Xiang Ling and crabs stick in the sun.
Youth mistake me, this is so white hair.
Fortunately, since the knowledge side pot, a personal, supernatural game.
Jianbian wild crane, the rocks suddenly Guyun, dumping of liquor, to yellow, are also deemed Tori son.
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