ancient style poetry
francolin
鹧鸪
Zhou Wenpu
Smell spring night, the dark green net in the wash.
A bird from south Zhu, from the call could not have been.
It not China Land, or in from the east left.
Princess Ai Huangling see the white under the sense of wandering.
There are still many worries brother, reverberates deep tree.
What is this thy brother, and the thorns on extravagant extravagant.
This not prisoners empty mountains, or have already put PASSING.
Zhi luck in deep, cold wave dead flesh.
Partridge would like not to hurt the department in making physics.
I break analysis if the statement, Yu Henrugusui.
Wind Ci Zhulin, moss on the deep purple halo.
Wu Yi Nian home, day and night dream neighborhood.
Off than the return, according to Western rustic Que month.
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