宋代 王稷 Wang Ji  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wang Ji
  Winding mountain road deep nine locks, rotten name does not slope cents bone grinding.
  Qin Sehai falling slim, Chinese Temple brush cloud this salt Mindanao.
  Dong Fu has really shut to households, Yuquan waterfalls to the Milky Way.
  This made life Guomai mountain, more than shelter people fu zi side.
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大涤洞天留题