ancient style poetry
Tasha Hang
踏莎行
Yan Shu
Sea without waves, Yaotai a road.
Flying to think about it together.
Other loved one was light, water, mountains and far away to know where they are.
Yee I condensate dust, perfumed boudoir fog cover.
Who is attached by red 笺 small print.
For high-rise project to make the evening, the Indus leaves rustling rain.
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