ancient style poetry
Xiaochong Mountain
小重山
Li Lailao
Liu Bi, such as painting eaves hairpin City, a curtain in the wind and rain, had clear and bright.
Gate Lane cold silent flute, pear months, negative in the court tonight.
Yuan Xiu Xiu frown convergence, Singing Sorrowful Yin into the spectrum, pay Yingying.
Ma Tsui did not bury the Red Wheel, Xiling Song, Huan Xu wandering dream.
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