ancient style poetry
Merry son
风流子
Fang Junyu
Ban was held in spring rain.
Grief, as if the last time.
Ji-Fang evening return path, faded makeup Weizui, dark curtain before sleep, heard laughing crazy paradox.
Looking back at parting easy for me, willow and willows.
Candle complain songs, temples scattered flowers, green damask led by dreams, screen video mixed.
What this Taoyuan, Liu Lang to be read lean muscle damage Hong.
Wrong about Yelan, the former blame me suspicious.
But the tears of fear of residual income for Hsu language, hate that the new missile, pushing glimpse potential customers.
Or sickly disease also, no pity for the Iraqi account.
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