ancient style poetry
White Dragon Temple
白龙寺
Xu Wang
Million wooden Shaotou see the spire, the Taoist divination quiet this potential.
June, knocking the wind deep forest of bamboo, a monthly income of three-shift temple niches.
Tibetan Dragon Cave House drought, water turtles exposed dry beard.
I pray to the scorching sun Kam Yu, lying listening to the rustling diarrhea roof.
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