ancient style poetry
Of Su
琴歌
Zhao Tuan
Green Qin Tong Sun, since the system branches, the window nobody knows decade. Clear sound without music mixed with the public,
So bully bent by the dust. Seven strings brittle silk worm rot, never to identify every players.
If the piano like Pipa Sheng, selling and when people should have for a long time. Yu-Hui cold no glory,
Not worthy of hate-minute period of treatment. Phoenix Bird Yin Yoho dance, twirl Zheng Copper sound also.
To keep the poor poor was not thorough, not all do with a cheap price. But close to the former back Renlei,
Autumn two to weep blood. I realized that the mundane can be difficult to name, light but heavy by light.
Holy Land really does not Dragon Dragon St., Phoenix dumb tongue owl owl-ming. How special this piano sad bitter,
Deeply buried in the lonely quiet household. Wan refused to listen to re-landscape, folk music celebrity ear drums.
Zhijun conduct to be sub-meaning, drink driving wind and thunder in the ground. Not because people in his life,
Clouds are self-induced vigorous dart out. To endure the heavy dust on the brush string, city chan slander people do not buy more.
Mo speech gaunt and buy a take, King and a number of youth.
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