ancient style poetry
Azolla
满江红
Chou Yuan
Fat rain flows east to feel spring, Lvyin such as tent.
Try remember, Peach Pitt Drive, self-pity quiet independence.
Higurashi Pik air slowly, plucking flowers by a small bamboo sleeve still.
Occidentalis, grass lust and groaning, people Jiangbei.
Who were cut with scissors, West Window candle.
Who spend, West Park song.
Hong feeling very lazy mining, Songs of Chu who continued.
Swallow the sea far off to find the letter, fight night long endure solitary Luan places.
Folder 缃 signed, there was an old poem, read before the stirrup.
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