ancient style poetry
Suo cold window
琐窗寒
Xiao Yunzhi
Rain collecting, Qing Han, Lane Day, Stir swept road.
At the edge of apricot peach, remember that Yu Cong had to.
On the east, looking back Jiuyou, Hong Yan break off without Yin Hao.
Despair wives, and some difficult years, the Green Man Ting Fang over the grass.
Worry hold.
After thinking for a long time, Tsui Joel Gold-tin, why were good.
Palindrome fine words, then dust the dark fiber stripe.
Yilan dry, sun and west of volatile spring Huan Yi old.
To be when, and then seek treasure bundle of respect back to the Qing.
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