ancient style poetry
Write your life Wei Xuan Eighty Year-old September First two days
沁园春（寿韦轩八十一岁·九月初二）
Li Huizhi
Ninety eight Weng, like baby drama, Han Qian.
Wei-Chuan angling in mind, a year long, Yongsan blown caps, seven days before.
Mouth spring, lapel of Moon, everything has never been just any edge.
With the channel, more beyond the bounds of wealth, land god.
Grandchildren Green Ribbon Green eds.
Encouraged to see the sky high barbed days.
However, shifting shadows on the stage, find free chess game, the wind inclined bamboo trail, slow smoke a tea.
Their minds more than clear, the spirit of the more health, do not declare saver information section.
Hung old cliff, laughing will eyebrow life, I wish my old Xuan.
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