ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Wang Yanwu
Another year, Xinghong want to face, Liulv early buds.
Chennai search of the spring paces, masi Lake music, flower sound too, people sing screens.
Warm, sunny and smoke, light clothing Lo fan, looking around the Sun-Qibao car.
Who knows, ten years Hunmeng, wind and rain horizon.
Why Hugh Hugh injury sigh.
谩 winning, green temples of China.
And I do not know the door, where on behalf of the peach, I do not know Jiangzuo, swallows someone.
Cruel things, God intended, but each wind but each flower.
Fight a smile, and wake up drink, drunk cup of tea.
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