ancient style poetry
Yong yule Customer A Mei
永遇乐（客答梅）
Na Shanjushi
Yu Bing Ji bone, wild wall, hiking trails, misty rain, losing their leaves.
Son of luxury, greed red love purple, who sub-pity solitary calyx.
Want to be a glimpse, Pan Mao similar, so the state the prime pregnant.
It turned out, the annual loss to nausea, was arrested fame tied.
When the song of the wine, such as the crazy dream, want to laugh cry marks the first down.
Twenty years ago, the pleasure of a drunk, could not bear to ponder.
Cold cold pillow quilt, do not teach alone another, not their own feelings thin.
Vain to the heart, a thousand million wearily particular, the operator should be wearily.
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