ancient style poetry
Butterfly in Love
蝶恋花
Feng Yansi
Road leisure who swore a long time? Every spring, melancholy still remains. Often sick before the day spent wine, without any hesitation the mirror force is thin.
Liu Qing Wu river embankments. To ask Xinchou, anything every year? Independent bridges wind their sleeves, Hirabayashi people go after the new moon.
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