ancient style poetry
Merry son
风流子
Cai Shen
Shaohua shock Wan night, youth and old, tired passengers cherish on Fang.
Ting Yin Yue thick, half-Tibetan language Ying, Wan orchid cut, when bees busy.
Expanse of low, tender Tsui Zi Lan Bao, zero dewy makeup.
Long day warm wind, Liu Mian Chuijin?
Tao ⒂ converge Fenyingdunpi?
Luopu faces and voices far away, the book blank diffuse melancholy, sad past.
Yao Yao Jin Lin helpless, not crossing the Wang Tong.
Read Butterfly Dreaming, cuckoo sound, half-month window of ramp, a pillow fragrance.
Intended to be self-wide, unless the heart made of iron.
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