ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Chen Zaoge
Dry peeling cream cliff, where the postal kiosk, Yulong night call.
Call the years You Meng, leisurely feel alone, the Senate Wang Xuan Han, latent purely copper pot.
Wind and Smoke misty, sleepy moon in the water, Drunk Song Poetry shoulder lean donkey ride.
Yin Department alone, but also find the Hong facsims, Saoshou hesitate.
As to the ancient heart yo.
Alpine Ling Wanfu quiet independence.
On along dirt weeds, shallow sand road, Ban Jing three Oh, the Italian who knows.
Gaowo Nanyang, return Penzer, by asking scenery also seems to be no.
Hard to the poor, to be by the skilful hand, for cold of winter, Fig.
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