ancient style poetry
Magnolia Huaman
木兰花慢
Jiang Jie
Then given
Miao glass hills, and cold shooting, the _set_ting sun Island.
See defeated Liu floating sticks, leaves residual Lo Pan, wish to remain.
Luo canopy, young dreams, are glimpse of curtains, soft on Baptist Suji.
Who read from the bad old Weng, breaking into a dragon frozen mustache.
Gazing.
I looked absolutely flying gulls, the universe is quiet.
Fine knock Purple Man Yan, Cui tube light Ah, yin thinking hard pumping.
Whiz.
Evening breeze was underway, but to hear, Suiyu down Yantou.
How many plum fly brain, drunk to mistake the whole of Hong cage.
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