ancient style poetry
Dong Xiange
洞仙歌
Liu Yan
Chu desolate alley, Xingke intestine was broken.
Tao Qiu Ronganhuaidian volume.
Last year, when the boat is still today, smoking waves, the clouds were far from the body and the River.
Do not dream pillow to Dan a few too Cangzhou, Haoyue whom now full.
Heartless suffering for no reason, however wrong moon, it was in, Yuk a half days.
Least anger, broken sail west, and even season, hope center clean up eyes.
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