宋代 关希声 Guan Xisheng  宋代  
One poem at a time

Guan Xisheng
  Mountain out of Void, the streams through the ages high.
  By the window noise off pillow, ear cleaning splash robes.
  Yeyue air still cold, autumn sound as high.
  Two tour the show, do not want to scratch the first frequency.
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枕流轩