ancient style poetry
Mo Yuer
摸鱼儿
Mo Lun
Listen to the spring to teach, Yan Ying v. frown.
Zhao Zhao spent trapped wind and rain.
After six bridges forget Ching Ming, Bi Stir to make thousands of strands.
Lu bees and butterflies.
Mi Xian Hua is busy, busy busy singing and dancing grass.
West most pity.
Still thin cloud conditions, Ying Ying wave tears, little bit of the old eyebrow flatter.
Flow of red in mind that autumn palace vague sentence.
Color where Johnson was jealous.
Fallen flowers unlimited wind Xu.
Who have come hate poetry.
Worthy of hate Office.
Hate round fan, Huaxin forcing to go.
Dongjun dark bitter.
Well more passionate, Duochou Du Yu, multi-language appeal heartbroken.
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