ancient style poetry
Shuilong Yin
水龙吟
Wang Yisun
Defoliation
The beginning of the dawn frost Qinglin, hope in the bleak early homeland.
Xiao Xiao gradually product, have still falling, the door lonely lane quiet.
Wei wind, Dongting wave, the tip of repeated fall.
Half did not want to re-cliff, Shiqianfeng to make out, Hill Road, no one to.
Yao Yao former red theme.
Su Gong ditch, the undercurrent air around, sings Jiang did not break, Snapshots want too, then embrace.
Chaos shadow Fanchuang, knocking sound puzzle pieces, the number of unhappy people.
I even look at the House, only to be tonight, who sweep the summary report.
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