ancient style poetry
Under the whistle on
月下笛
Jiang Kui
And passenger carrying pots, plum over, the night comes the rain.
Quiet birds himself.
Peck Hong heart, the degree wall.
Spring clothes are all catkin Jian, Shang Zhanre, semi-dried residue thread.
Yu-tin like despair sweep, while the rich deep closed, goodbye no way.
Condensate queue.
Had been to place.
But the Department of Ma Chueiyang, recognition Lang parrot.
Yangzhou dreamed, thou art flying clouds.
Yan Qian on the beam to be sentimental, and asked Yin sleeves, Gongyao in the no.
How do we know, miss the people, young and wasted since the change of position.
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