ancient style poetry
high balcony
高阳台
Wang Yizhi
Twin knock the ice, low canopy protecting the cold, dawn boat crossing the Xiling.
Looking back Wushan, Weimang away with heavy city.
Dibian few trees Chuiyangliu, early yellow, shaking passion.
Q Gu Hong, where the flying of call wandering.
Light sail off the sandbar dark early, the rain gradually tide mark stains, looking wind chapped.
Travel Articles restrain worry, partial to the boss pedestrians.
E regardless of the journey bitter, very late at night, do according to solitary quilt?
Like Yuk, Utah lean on a railing dry, pour off for me.
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