ancient style poetry
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Liu Yong
Even Gordon Vision.
With a small À, sun season, first sunny day, is at the Xian Hua grass.
Scattered clouds stacked Yaoshan million, up sea miles, boundless tide waves.
Tobacco Village courtyard, is someone's tree, a few sound Tiniao.
Travel quiet situation.
Far from the letter and lifeless, Soul Yao Yao.
On the King broken-hearted, who live silent table.
Melancholy sits where, after some hard by, take a look at the spring and old.
Ying Ying tears, hope cents Township, Xia glow faintly off.
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