宋代 彭挥 Peng Hui  宋代  
One poem at a time

Peng Hui
  Xiao-dong cents from the old house really, from the Swiss peaks smoke all day.
  Dan has the Millennium forest, mountains, nine month long round locks.
  Yan Ling left half of the disappearance as a well cool Fuzhang spring.
  I went here, no other business, want to burn incense and straight up to the heavens.
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游洞霄