ancient style poetry
Spring
春日
Hu Zhichun
Spring Pu Liu Qujiang head, not the hate and Chun-bo flow.
Orioles call new voice sings trees, look for the old base recognition Zhulou Yan.
Wu Jiao rear crisp hundred children, who blindly talk off Jin.
Only through the ages rise and fall of tears, Man Shan Huayu cuckoo worry.
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