ancient style poetry
Few play midwinter
风入松.冬至
Li Jianwu
Shuangfeng winter night made clear, the dawn and one thousand.
Hong Jia warm tube through the Conservatory, is the Jade Terrace, brush the book goes.
Bamboo Italian foreign Nanzhi early, a few flowers on clear bottles.
Perfumed boudoir companion laughed light, tired embroidery needle.
Tim King line the red tile to see from now on, meandering spring.
Cold Food meet where?
Five hundred single evening.
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