ancient style poetry
Gift chess Monk songs
赠琴棋僧歌
Zhang Ying
I try to listen to lead from one that waves on the lotus in the water. Color scale is not the net is not empty,
No free space can not be destroyed. Zen teacher I try to listen to a concept, Ngau Tau toad waves overflow soul full.
Sand to make the world empty, cold Huileng inch light side. I ask over and over again for a piano teacher,
Long Song Huan Zhu Akiyama rain. If Ya get the hang strings of gold, that flow under the Swire Cold Spring.
I am a chess teacher with over and over again, take the Peak Shen red feet. A man who said it was national champion,
Rover but Crane Taoist gambling, but lost drugs. Law under the Wye pour Hongxia Dan
Know what can not compete Tau Kok.
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