ancient style poetry
Qionghua
琼花
Weng Mengyin
Chunyun a speech-day gap, the Millennium years do not pick up.
Spirit of the sea turned into a flower head, still complain of the red spring.
A dust from the dirt world, several times □ □ fishy.
Qiongqiong hold Cunxin, Luanli always tried to say.
I strongly suspect Bai Yu San, into the efforts to reach the white snow.
Not the underlying strength of Northwest mill, dry yet again repeated solitary root knot.
To just smile million Rui Hong, Hyun Crane does not come empty heartbroken.
The dark cloud of heaven the day, when spring look mad.
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