ancient style poetry
archaism
古风
Huang Chaoran
I do not know is not unrecognized by the ancients sigh would be difficult.
I direct that no easy task, studied with non-dried name.
No knowledge of the heart, resentful Yihe from birth.
So Mao eaves, high pillow song I humerus.
You sit in the piano book, Yunshan friends outside.
Welcomes you win the heart, eyes and ears of understanding without hate.
Child care with the Yangtze, the first Tai Xuan by White.
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