ancient style poetry
Lin Jiangxian
临江仙
Xu Ting
Baling not seen the original on the willow, demand had to do hoof round.
Chu from the south toward the twilight Xiqin, not a fame and fortune, winning new mane.
No wonder, then loss of branches gaunt, and his bitter Zheng Chen CD.
Two or three lean Gucun Yan Shu.
Sun_set_ shadows, kill official all unhappy people.
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