ancient style poetry
Lotus song
采莲曲
Yu Junxuan
Learn lotus aunt, two wrist white in the snow.
Jealous text skirt suit, prosthetic red as blood.
West sister also lotus, far shore, laughing noise only heard words.
Never met, compared with a good call and ship.
Kan handles radial spend the next stop, where he voted in Jizhou.
Mixed emotions and can not be made, to this day whether the bloom.
Difficult to cut lotus root silk gut, for fear the rule of every tour Lang.
Go back a small bamboo mat cold wind, when you hear flowers to Hong.
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