ancient style poetry
Stories of across the West Lake
念奴娇（过西湖）
Huang Tan
Qingshu afternoon wind, looming over the West Lake, had been to Tai Road.
Yun Fei and entry path must smoke really mysterious Pearl Palace garden.
Tired Yilan dry, boats call laughing child, the same go into the lotus.
Glass phase is, suddenly are in thou art.
Wu Xiuguai dream into clouds, Ling Boluo socks, I lost Xiang Pu.
Hongfei Yan ethereal surprise move, they blame the city of three hundred Yen.
Gok hundred Pearl, the daughter of a horse, pride still so today.
Return of the Qing Xiao, Hong Lu Youdai towel pieces.
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