ancient style poetry
plenty of the ninth day of the ninth noon, a festival on the lunar calendar
大有（九日）
Pan Xibai
Horse opera stage, flowers under the fence and asked the age of China, or the Nine.
Just back, Nanshan Cuise still.
Curtain cage last night listening to the storm, do not like, boarding time.
Feelings of a Song Yu, Wei Lang is very thin.
Wear red cornelian cherry, air-to wine.
Anvil rod moving slightly cold, dark deception Luoxiu.
Autumn is running out, as early as is the failure load Shuailiu.
Interjection strong side of the whole hat, had to, End of the World Saoshou.
A few memories, my country pertusa perch, after the frost before the geese.
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