元代 王玠 Wang Jie  元代  
One poem at a time

Wang Jie
  Total Chaoyuan five gas just before dawn. The gold seven species of lotus. Lin, fresh flowers with dew. Days of the door broken, the light of God to anything.
  Two more clean, empty heart to always keep. Quietly back to the light, we see no there. Demons back in time, the vibration to the Golden Lion in the roar. Instant off the ground, then together with the days of life.
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