Yanagidare Gold
the west point on the horizon where the sun _set_s the moon's reflection on a river
the west point on the horizon where the sun _set_s the moon's reflection on a river
ancient style poetry
drunk a fabled abode of immortals
醉蓬莱
Zhong Shu
Ling Xiang had a cone, Yan Guanqing true, fine night the wind window.
Rain into the garden, swing swaying smoke condensate.
Melt in spring sky, warm wax residue shift, come back to the letter sounds.
Dragon Palace powder incense, sometimes twisted into, Jiang Rui Mei light.
In Dayaoshan, nine cents Book House, Wong Jing and Yi, Danran relative.
Jin Qin silent, a Xuan and gas drums.
Dan branch boughs, the old Hong Fen Fu, Jalan Chee Tsui spring gown.
Then bowed article, fame _set_ and, after another deep clouds.
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