ancient style poetry
Temple tour Cloud View
游寺云观
Liu Yinglong
Spring rain and never, Shen Mu ya gaze habitat.
Wildfire open Cong Jing, Cen path cooked away.
Very top of the palm of the hand flat, peaks Ring chu.
Hide the ancient concept of the base, it seems, there is this house.
Banling drain rates of labor, among the top climbing complain servants.
Ting anger once the wind, roll down to the front foot.
So far five cloud palace, Wan in plain song.
Mo's much protracted, firewood, animal husbandry and children in mind.
Every heard the storm, the bell Yinyan Valley.
Yao Phi find no trace, Virtual Reality letter of non-vulgar.
Moss flower corrosion and broken, unreadable handwriting.
Who pass the magic home, travelers Hai minds.
Zhen-Wei Pan sit lapel, Levant would like Xi Mu.
Turn off the stone cliff, bang Lei Chen hillside.
Can not go wandering, Teng Xing is not enough to view.
Under Tian smile, a poem sent travel hallux.
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