ancient style poetry
Qing Yuan
青玉案
Cao Zu
Ming-Qiu Jin Ji Bishan tree.
The road turns steep, no doubt to.
Pro Qushui suddenly someone in the family.
Bamboo Fence huts, Jiuqi sandy, a cluster of villages into a city.
Lest the heart from the desolate village.
Fung House far back 谩 Ningdi.
Where there tonight Guguan.
Yan Zheng soon, half moon windows, always tears away from people.
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