宋代 王渔壑 Wang Yuhe  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wang Yuhe
  Zhou Yan-dimensional near the ancient city of Liuzhou, by tonight I lean Reaching.
  Autumn breeze of a flute miles, half-moon night, three-shift building.
  Huai Genggeng Qing bottles off a narrow, sophisticated yo Baifa Sheng.
  Wake-up drunk who beat bed, winch identified in Chang Gung sound.
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月夜登楼