ancient style poetry
Those bewitching eyes
眼儿媚
Song Jiyu
Sparse turn Zhenghong started falling.
Fragrance in human language.
Oblique crossing the bridge, West Pavilion Shen Yuan, hazy moon in the water.
Not human and Spring Office, Yudi Xiaoshuang empty.
Southern tree, yellow rain vertical dense, green up Xunfeng.
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