ancient style poetry
Huan Xisha
浣溪沙
Li Yu
Have been thirty feet high through the red, gold furnace sequential Tian Xiang beast, red-step fold with lichen ¤ Kam
Dancing Lady Golden Chai slide, twist when the flower smell bad wine, do not smell the house away Flute and Drum ensemble.
Candle drift turn a dream return, despair thing of the past who want to look for non-day, but desire and the body violated ¤
PASSING on pool table to be empty, shade pavilion diffuse inclined to spend Hui, boarding at more Zhanyi.
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