ancient style poetry
Ye Golden Gate
谒金门
Feng Yansi
The wind suddenly began to ripple a pond. Aromatic duck free path argument, the hand moved Apricot Rui ¤
Railings Duyi duck bucket, jasper Saotou falling ramp. Jun-Jun is not to look all day long,
Magpie head held hi smell.
Willow street, Po masi empty track. Clothing bearing the new book who did not know, every year Jianghai off ¤
Mengjue Wushan Chun color your eyes are messy fly. No energy to dance without any hesitation,
Aijun blowing Yudi.
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