ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Qin Guan
Kam, prosperous, Emei beauty, well-off first came.
Recalling that at the garden, the old house peaches and plums, know him not after the bloom several times.
May the golden jar, Flowers jade, all of Acacia inch of ash.
Deepest sorrow, and Hong Bao duck pin, light blue halo coal.
DF Du Yu sound sad, sigh of miles, where it was from the back.
But the day climbing, eye wear jiange, always nostalgia, tears Qintai.
Shen Su-foot book, Touxiang people far away, so when the mail relay plum.
On sun_set_, because meditation is the intention, _set_ over the changtae.
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