ancient style poetry
Rui Xian
瑞鹤仙
Yu Jie
Strange new thin loss.
On the Mirror, Shuanghua that chaos coming from.
Who hate the chest province.
Hill is off loneliness, twilight days of scenery.
Diaoqiu getting cold.
Listening to the Indus, the sound knocked exposed wells.
No man, to head to the floor, how cold hung news.
Contention tolerance.
Seduce melancholy, half hidden gold shop, the rain bully light halo.
Children should not be trapped at home lying on call, from high pillow.
To be urging him flying into the sky silver toad, call details to take Chang asked.
To heaven and earth, brilliant table, according to drunk to drink.
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