ancient style poetry
Rui xian Liyandaiyi
瑞鹤仙（离筵代意）
Hong Tu
Listen Plum blowing, cool as a repeat itself, the stars are bad.
Phase to see burst into sleet.
Q Now go in and when to meet.
Hastily parting.
Fear would be, Qiu Hong Yan society.
The most injuries, the night comes on the pillow, where rain clouds off limits.
Due to read.
Everything in life, looking back sad, everything fantasy.
Hearts tempting.
Air of melancholy, Wu Yang Museum.
Status of the bow of a turn, San Qianyu, the faint high city disappear.
Hate heartless, spring water and groaning, Pianfan like an arrow.
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