"Gao Zhai looks at Yan Huai at leisure"
Gaozhai has a clear view. It's autumn.
When the wind moves and the things come back to us, the smoke forest will live far away.
I am poor from the sea, thin Huan this Zhongzhou.
Take the road without high feet, and follow the wave.
The age is empty and the heart is melodious.
When sitting Xifang, I rest, but Hu ran stays for a long time.
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