ancient style poetry
lodge at Wang Shan
寄王山
Ying Ying
Poor poor green branches, the forest rustled red.
Sigh Fangfei have to do, could I ZU empty bottles.
Do not you see camel Mau Tso Chang copper East, Jin Biao Le Cong snow.
Twenty years ago, is a joint venture less numerous Weng yesterday into decline.
Liu Xia minutes when full of drink, were _set_ down in the _set_ting sun jun.
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