ancient style poetry
Man Ting Fang 满庭芳
Liu Shanlao
Lame years, described what may, just like a mustache. Xu big world, do something on the Po. Very Southern state, North County election except the Department, the wine full of gourds. Xunxun drunk, I do not know tomorrow, where the degree of the DPRK Asr. Luoyang, flowers saw, back in God, no matter. And far and gourd soup, and then make disciples. Abruptly think about water, waves Gang, the Luxi Wang shop. Oh laugh, Suiyang outside, there is a large South Lake.
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