ancient style poetry
Slow drum flute
鼓笛慢
Qin Guan
Work among the flowers had mess, poor Yan Jing, Huan reward fans.
Who by now, carved saddle lock, blocking visitors to and from.
With dreams of spring away, the former things, unbearable thought.
Read perfumed boudoir is dark and quiet, not even good Huan, difficult nostalgia, melancholy air.
Stay night moon under, sigh Yuk House, when back on.
Nakan thousands of miles, but look for return, refer to Yang Guan Gu sing.
Bitter hate the east, Taoyuan Road, want to return sculls.
Who battle, fine and Ding Ning Q Oh, I now how to.
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