宋代 王卿月 Wang Qingyue  宋代  
One poem at a time

Wang Qingyue
  Head off Changhuai vague Mang, the isolated city towering Forest floor space.
  Anvil dash of cold autumn delivery letter, fishing flute sound cross breeze.
  Lan Qing Yun Bai Tu Long gas, water and sky _set_ting sun turned the red crow.
  Who were boat places tonight, the Red Cliff off Rocky reeds.
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长淮晚望