ancient style poetry
Nampo
南浦
Cheng Gai
Golden Duck lazy incense, to the spring evening among the alcoholic, a pillow without threads.
Yao dark green rose window, Dongfeng, the Chuijinluanhong flying catkins.
Stood speechless, heartbroken words only street prostitution.
Pik, the dusk, and air of melancholy, Shaohua moment wasted.
Memorial old feelings, remember title leaves Lau, blowing flowers Nampo.
Shu Huan feel old, Spring and hate, have to pay off residual rain cloud.
Courtyard at dusk, ask who are still fresh in Ping Lan Department.
May be worthy of Du Yu, empty sound of only the solution, urging him to spring to go.
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