ancient style poetry
Shuilong yin dream
水龙吟（梦）
Yang Qiaoyun
Passionate is not clear, flower embroidery window shade day afternoon.
Yiyi Yun Xu, Rongrong Hornsey, watch for his pathfinding.
A drop of wind, to eliminate the Zensheng, Tsui Xu red bud.
The clock struck off by sparse, street prostitution to arouse, but long remember, arched dance.
Such is Life _set_ is Acacia, now, Yuehen with drunk.
Teach people in vain, and if one really rushing this.
All is not Xingsong, valerian raw eye pattern, Huchuang still far.
Count the past, always no guarantee, to be said and how to send.
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