ancient style poetry
a weeping willow
垂杨
Chen Yunping
Screens and dreamed that, gradually pale yellow green, I heard a small warbler.
Rain dampening the dust, wind quiet Jianzhang closed early.
Trees still Chang'an Avenue, Cuiyun locks, windows deep-yao jade.
Heartbroken people, air lean _set_ting sun, unhappy with the old number.
Ching Ming or over, any plume exposed section, Pico Green delicate fiber.
Hate across the horizon, several times melancholy dawn Sir Georg Solti.
Who fly sweep the floor?
Very fickle, with wave nada.
Longitudinal cuckoo cry, do not call Chungui, people from the old.
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