宋代 林伯材 Lin Bacai  宋代  
One poem at a time

Lin Bacai
  Who is wrapped in lotus front row, holding the cold mountain flying Yu Qing.
  Repeated rise and fall dead dream, eternal dark cloud sound career.
  Moss spent the spring as with the rain that night Hanyue down river tomorrow.
  Tired arms a pillow cool, the fighting Tau dust wing students.
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枕流轩