ancient style poetry
Calendula child
金盏子
Wang Yisun
Ye Yin cicada rain, dew grass fireflies, old China will be late.
On the night was sleepless, rare scattered, when the degree of purple-red river clean and shallow.
Very sad at the picture angle, cited Yan Qing Han reminders.
West Wing, the ramp is not on heavy, blowing winds and flying geese off.
How the international pastime? To each other, except to be dreamed.
Ying Ying bridal chamber tears, look like, too cold autumn Wan Shan.
Tong Yin deplored the small courtyard, air cry crow mess.
Yan Yan, the day the Iraqi Hong worry powder complain.
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