ancient style poetry
Chang Om title
常庵题
Fan Xinyuan
Second Beach Road into the Cheonggyecheon, the remaining cold wind Zi funny.
Do not stick to sweep the clouds, yellow leaves blowing love is not dry sticks.
Who wading wet marks on the sand, sky and shouts alone Pinglan.
Taoist tipsy feeling thin without strong wine, drank to bring on the next play piano.
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