ancient style poetry
Hidden Lake
隐潭
Jia Xiufu
Know who in the past, cutting Castle Peak bone broken.
Waterfalls straight down, thousands of feet diarrhea mortal.
Green between two walls, a gust of wind suddenly mine.
No dust near the trace, in a dragon cave.
Not to cold, how can the violence of flexion.
An appropriate dry years, as Lin economic base material.
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