ancient style poetry
Yushan
虞山
Fang Xinru
Westerly stir cinnamon, maple sun_set_ tomorrow.
Wandering pregnant return date, to the sad vague board.
He Yushan a high, what a deep Xiang.
King's only dry tomb, Qin Xi lonely smoked.
I want to play ancient tune, the ear is more popular wow sex.
Old is not visible, and talk for Acacia Yin.
Sauvignon Blanc, Blanc no ancient and modern.
The birds listen to a song, and then Wan Lai dumb song.
Do not push the hand-Jun Song, a glass of wine and lonely.
Yo this case Italy, little golden heart.
Wu Xian Needless to never, the whole world who knows sound.
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