ancient style poetry
Azolla
满江红
Cai Shen
People rely goldsmiths, knit the brows of emerald green, Ying Ying falling eyelashes.
If elsewhere, staying free account, language sweetly pharynx.
10 Yunfan wind over a wide Sichuan smoke dark waves.
But looking back, Ji Mu Wang High City, playing the clean blood.
And Lanzhou, stop painting row.
Who were drunk, Jin Ting month.
Ecstasy Department, the Moon is missing tonight.
Chu Chu Wan return air Chang Wang, Han Gao Pei solution into light another.
The most bitter, the film full of sorrow Cyprus, no one said.
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