ancient style poetry
Yu Fei Yue
于飞乐
Yan Jidao
Dawn and when the curtain of sleep still accounted Xiangsai marks.
Taiwan relies Luan light laugh.
Halo Canhong, even places Tsui, full mirror flowers.
Cicada coming from the banks of Johnson, a plug, light Rui Shu Mei.
Every spring and deep, Duochou Rao hate, Hong order under makeup as lazy.
Loved one, from the other, the feelings after Ying.
Auspicious King, Acacia words, do not call back.
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