ancient style poetry
Yangzhou slow
扬州慢
Zheng Jiaoji
Nongyu light, Feiqiong short muddy, socks, fan floor, walked down the dust.
Try new makeup before, and cone incense ball submerged.
Xiao-cutting in mind, the spring ice Chi sent, gold bottles of dew, Ti ride the new stream.
Even days in the moonlight, the wind Dream Southern states.
Respect before the meet, like Xiuren, trace Ping floating.
Q branch get Piao, unparalleled booth, what day revisit.
I would like to ride a crane wrapped around the waist, smoke Xiao Yuan, old things leisurely.
But Pinglan silent, March Singing Sorrowful fireworks.
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