ancient style poetry
Rui Xian
瑞鹤仙
Guo Shimo
To months of cloud bands.
Hutchison Jiuyou, and he was gentle village.
Yee spent a window shade.
Luo Yong Canmeng quilt, street prostitution startled.
Yin Ping boiling water.
To be dressing, screens were lean.
Love hate to see the eye brow, places fragrant powder left, chaos worry sight.
Long remember.
Passionate abatement, Song with the wall, in the same Maoling.
Things from the Huai.
Wandering Road, melancholy sad sigh.
Like mandarin duck machine brocade, and the Flying table looking glass, Qin did not have wire hidden bitterness.
Better go back, a total of piano books, Forest Johnson Fu drunk.
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