ancient style poetry
He Jiang Ting
合江亭
Zhou Dao
Red foot layer of ice were thinking, talking Gao Xing Jiang appropriate self-cleaning.
Nimbus cloud last night summer drive, a new dawn to clear smoke water fast.
Nine suspected stack Yun Shan potential shock Qianyan drop cloth beach sound.
Lu has never been in Scenery towel, want to stand here on the line between the day.
Summer Pavilion is to follow the water, the eastern outskirts of wear debris by Xiao Xing.
Yu Pu Song of the pharyngeal tube to quiet, mist, smoke sparse picturesque small boat with windows.
As Wei Chi Hing Fat lakes, wetlands Yong Zhong love flying order.
So what day the river went down Lun, every day begins to end of green ash away.
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