ancient style poetry
Man Ting Fang
满庭芳
Fang Qianli
Cheng mountains fall, amidst the financial day duckweed floating pieces also circle.
Yan Zheng a few lines, sub-breaking White Gull smoke, compete with the dark valley back to the pond, write ponder the day, splash splash.
Busy staring, Canxia dark Margaret, where a fishing boat.
South, thinking the old hidden, Yun Xuan wild tracks, huts sparse rafters.
Flower pots used to carry under the cap _ before the wind.
Imagine the old section of Yuan Ming, piano in the fun.
Why sparse strings, not the five-bucket, lost sleep and North windows.
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