ancient style poetry
咏练川
Yong Lian Chuan 咏练川
Wang Zizhao
Wusong River upstream runoff, sparkling green duck Yang Qing Zi. Light wind unable to Ai Qing, a silk gauze pattern can not be blown. The night comes the rain rose three feet deep, Xiao Qing Xi Chi fight floating and sinking. Qin pumping white buds into soil, willow waves rolling green gold wire whisk. Mr. Jin Pao Ge by a, where suddenly the sky ride. Boating busy singing songs to listen to orang, virtual point peaks thirty-four. Embankment next to someone new Jie Lu, Kan Xuan windows should water seclusion. Cuntong call crossing to Gu Jiu, Yesou to buy fish on the boat. Delicate light on worthy entertainment, laughter can skim Cang Ying wash. Why look for the Wuling River, do not think swallowing Yunmeng Ze. Nasty perfume is slow, while the grass was saying He Xinqi. Sri Lankan King to Ling outstanding personality and Crafts, still pass Ling-yun strict dimensional poetry. Fish swim at the wave of warm peach, XXXVI scales to fly move. If there is a world of dragons to the coil, as early as the dark green line for Linyu.
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