ancient style poetry
Feng Yun-Gen
云根峰
He Bingran
Ten fairy riding a Long Island crane, road width Yunshen greed dance jump.
I do not know Misty had no intention, a flying foot fall.
Days, several times the wind does not open, the number of back mountains rain error floated.
Long straight strokes have to fear the old, one thousand ares ten thousand ares Penglai.
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