ancient style poetry
Yan Qing Du
宴清都
Fang Qianli
Wen Jin twilight drum.
Smoke Bobi, Yan Zheng a few lines when the degrees.
Lang poly mesh light, long song and oar, the water village fishermen.
Pedestrians and down the horizon, but Chang Wang, Gao Yang partner.
Remember old wine unloading Palace gowns, horse concubine Cifu pay less.
Now coming from desolate, meet like snow, if only sorrow.
Fangchenanmo.
Stray everywhere, year-old Chinese air to go.
Chueiyang brush Tsui Path, is still a dream, when the residence.
Longitudinal and returned early, the Green had become overcast, Green-e in the no.
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