ancient style poetry
Shuilong Yin
水龙吟
Huang Xiaomai
Leisure yard wondering what was going deep grass dense curtain air Liu Tsui, ring the night air canopies, Candeng careless tick, cold light mood to sleep.
Homes smoke-free shop, Guanshan a month, Ewha ground.
Two decades of dreams, have not been round together, and now old, are laid to rest.
Who were candle poem?
Two Yanyan, End of the World Do not sleeve of a robe.
Rouchang inch, seven hate, third and tears.
Fang letters do not come, Yu Xiao dust stained, pink clothes fragrant retreat.
Spring to be asked, how the exchange Benny, a pool of green water?
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