ancient style poetry
high balcony
高阳台
Wang Yisun
And weeks all the grass in the window to send more friends rhyme
Xue Ting Yin, Qing Han curtain shadow, spring reed pipe jade started falling.
Small with gold clay, I do not know someone in the spring.
Acacia night window dream, Chennai personal, water the next day (one for cloud) cover.
But the sad, Ilex fragrance, Montreal crosswise.
Naturally from the south and sorrow, the status of travel Cong Road, owned by Yan Pincha.
How the silver pad, hospitality and said Love.
Health and grass everywhere now, by the high vertical, but no horizon.
He is more consumption, with several wind, fly several times.
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