ancient style poetry
Yutangchun
玉堂春
Yan Shu
Fight city hall.
Warm February wind and smoke.
Households bead embroidery, beginning a long shadow.
Kim Yu-bridle saddle, filled dike road, a few pedestrians Ying Luk Yeung.
Zhu À leaning back a small threshold, a thousand dew thick fragrant flowers.
Crisp clear tube string, like playing a new song turn, turn up the forest to sit sun_set_.
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