ancient style poetry
Qian Xing
遣兴
Huang Chaoran
Drying wheat with other grains, two turtle doves under the international tribunal.
I know I have no heart, forget themselves between two obstacle.
Italian music wind dark matter, thin shadows on the dark cloud.
Spring test to know deep, lovely quiet feel fine.
Have the door off, after incompatible Yi.
But not are not invited, there were drunk with wine.
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