ancient style poetry
Man Ting Fang
满庭芳
Xu Junbaoqi
Han on the downtown, south on the matter, still left Xuanzheng romantic.
Lvchuang Zhu households, ten rotten Oncorhynchus.
Once the sword held together, flags owned, millions of brave.
Push deep into, the music and lights, falling Kazamaki worry.
Qingping contained three hundred, and the judgments people, sweeping all off.
Fortunately, this body is not the north, off the Southern State of Utah.
What is broken Kam Lang Xu, air of melancholy, seeing no purpose.
From now on, dreams like the rain a thousand miles, Yueyang Tower every night.
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