ancient style poetry
Blue willow
柳梢青
Jiang Jie
There's talk about the old prostitute Pan
A drink micro-Yin, Candeng off rain, quiet secluded household windows.
Flowers several times after several flowers Xie, went to yellow.
Mother is not a Pan Pan Lang, material should also, cream stick coming from God.
Parrot field blank, duck pot breaking, smoke vague vast clouds.
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