ancient style poetry
Shuilong Yin
水龙吟
Huang Xiaomai
After thinking the situation between the small courtyard, grass curtains of deep space close Liu Tsui.
Ring the night air canopies, Candeng careless tick, cold light mood to sleep.
Homes smoke-free shop, Guanshan a month, Ewha ground.
Two decades of dreams, have not been round together, and now old, are laid to rest.
Who were poems candle, two Yanyan, End of the World Do not sleeve of a robe.
Rouchang inch, seven hate, third and tears.
Fang letters do not come, Yu Xiao dust stained, pink clothes fragrant retreat.
Spring to be asked, how the exchange Benny, a pool of green water.
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