ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Dai Fugu
A Poets, a hundred words, that make life.
Fee decade lights, books, reading history, four around, seeking fame profits.
Cengdeng back, sitting alone behind closed doors to win the poor Yin lines clear.
Poem husband who are my Lennon Peace, the voice of melancholy sigh.
Spare towering pride.
Andhra two ares cultivated farmland.
Qiong Di device to the Council, and the poor Sima, Chengdu sell Bu, who know Junping.
Sub-advised course, I dare to complain, wear particles Happy ants line.
Open arms, a recommended wine, plum, tree warbler sings.
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