ancient style poetry
Qing Yuan
青玉案
Huang Dalin
To come up when the road pavement.
Dawn fog, Qing Han to go.
Every sound of darkness leaves regulation.
Full of great wine, dance Yan Song sleeves, dip at night, without search.
Near dusk the enemy flags to send.
But listen to the third sentence of Yang Guan.
Yuduan dash away from the remaining intestine.
Starry month, look haggard, Zhu Lei down like rain.
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