ancient style poetry
small peach bloom
小桃红
Yu Guiying
Grass groaning evening, inclined at Mingting Nagisa.
Aohen east, seems like Dreaming, hurry and go.
If I had known people, disease is more poetic melancholy wine, light the town with Fei Xu.
Hokyo goaf hate, no, according to Zheng Yan muddy.
Outside that time, the fickle water, now where?
Are Acacia, monopoly Bishan cloud, and Yingti late rain.
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