ancient style poetry
Yongmei
咏梅
Wu Juren
Getting back in spring Lingnan October, before the village of Mei Yan warm first.
I ask where the knowledge of this wonderful, and an ice cream with the opening.
For the Yangtze River bank collapse stern, is the wall Okuma see Costco.
Suspected malaria percolation into the early fog, more fear of loneliness buried bituminous coal.
Fixed subtle fragrance breeze far Danyue wandering home empty.
The evil of the smell of mutton sit Zinfandel, Qi Dan Yu Tao Li into Taiwan.
I am tired of poor line thousands of miles alone, did not have heart disease, the first gray.
Feel this three-sigh, fear is the same Zhuance south.
Italian foreign land and few long threads, broken relatively rootless roots of plant.
Scholars since ancient times for each case, I, Lay buried with Artemisia.
Light does not escape the old Tibetan De Yao, willing to accompany with the secular recovery phase.
Bizarre round of granary common use, the expense of respect for the disaster Qinghuang wood.
Cents to suck ink with color, since the status of the CD does not have to wear.
Poor old Lu Yuan Mo melancholy, this to ensure no bees and butterflies guess.
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