ancient style poetry
Gold Thread Qu
金缕曲
Wang Mengdou
(Fu Road, on the eve of the word, complete the book, felt sad, and then assign this)
Mirror flying everywhere.
Yi-year, call friends upstairs, just let me feast Wing.
Tonight according to the good before the round, not a Poem Jiaxing.
Just in the body, Yan Taiwan-day close.
A sad heart thing is Autumn, according to break it demonstrated Yun.
Are not, v. sick.
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