宋代 黄希 Huang Xi  宋代  
One poem at a time

Huang Xi
  A room who is not Ji-hong Fu, Qiao Road, only to re-volley boast.
  That drive to know that rock at the sea, are sitting in the Yan Yan spent.
  Back whale washed away thousands of peaks rain, Ngau Tau high accounted day the wind.
  ZTE is more diffuse Lang Song, Qian Cang cliff to carefully grind.
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题石{上巩下石}