ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Qin Guan
Margaret empty places fans, tired of the cage at the cloud, King grew day.
Mud Run is Lan Gao, who swallow hi, honey spleen Hong little touch at the busy bee.
Make no curtain hung on, but the wind off the wall when the delivery of gossamer.
Light rain later, peach apricot worry resentment, tears pouring red waves.
Merry Cunxin susceptible, but Yiyi standing, back to do Rouchang.
Kam Yiu Lian read a small, heavy uniform purple wax, jade cage Kim Doo, when the iron incense.
Ye Liu Xia Xiang will travel at will back into a strange land brothel.
Phase memory thing, quite 笺 million vertical stack, it is difficult to write Weimang.
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