ancient style poetry
Waves
浪淘沙
Han Liu
Mo Yuk look on.
Huayu stains.
Four vertical Romley care towards the cold.
Swallows do not know who to go too, flying recognized railings.
Looking back a few off mountain.
Will be difficult.
Meet, there is only dreams like the rain, the drain can be Chennai Dream with a short spring, not south.
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