ancient style poetry
Shuilong Yin
水龙吟
Wang Yisun
Begonia
Painting is no such world, Yuhuan not break wind sleep.
Will open in the convergence, like the red but also white, of how I spend? Partial accounting for Love, smoking was before, bodysuit first test.
Sigh Huangzhou a dream, and Yan Gong must document, and no one solution, intended to look at flowers.
Remember that flowers cloudy with drunk.
Small railing, an expert from the month.
One thousand pro-color, one Ting Fang Jing, raw cold like water.
Yan Jiao silver candle, green room to stay Yan, night spent at the end.
Fear of the Ming Dynasty, misty rain, it turned into tears Yan branch.
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