ancient style poetry
Patio Spring
沁园春
Zhao Chongbo
Purple fang street dust plume receive cold, rain than clouds.
Xian Yin peach leaf cross, curved window sills, swallows nest recognition, Liu bottom while the rich.
Looking back on when the fog DW wind sleeve, spring and curl Ping Ping Jiao.
Curry favor, just a Fanghua tempting, jade hospitality.
Little did he know the international ecstasy.
Man in front of people laughing vaguely warm.
Slender hands in mind, really into a dream, to spend time complaining memory, the text should be double.
Mood with Wine, taught brow lines, and air regret Merry had a dangerous thing.
With whom to go to be sent to indignity, two equally.
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