ancient style poetry
Azolla
满江红
Duan Keji
Se Manan, the five color Ling Cao Shu.
Dark clouds, dark sonic booms should never change, day wear to crack.
Hundred and rivers and mountains all lose insurance, the generals know what not to raise policy.
Gradually dust, Fit Kokonoe Town, Meng Jin Que.
Zhang Ge delicate, and the birds absolutely.
Original dislike of meat, Sichuan bloodshed.
Sigh life this time, dynamic growth of another.
Looking back Yujin early Spring, Diaolan was still hanging on.
More westerly, the root water around the city, empty throat-ming.
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