ancient style poetry
Chien left
遗简诗
Zhao Huizong
With me in the virtual, I was not home. To the essence of God, strength for the hindquarters. San Ming Yang,
Co yin character. Form for the dust, God Xianju. All the dirt will be completed, everything is never removed.
When I ride horses, sun and the moon as a satellite. Tung Yiu Miracle, Heaven on Ye. Obviously I'm the public,
And my disciple. Pseudo-shaped channel support, the truth repose. Zai Zai Mao Mao, the other nothing Chen.
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