Haha, not long ago, I read the poem "Xizhou Song", so I wanted to use it to write an ancient novel.
Xizhou Qu
Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River.
The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crow.
Where is Xizhou? Two oars bridge crossing.
At dusk, shrike flies and the wind blows on the black mortar tree.
Under the tree is in front of the door, and there is a green gleam in the door.
The doorman didn't come, so I went out to pick red lotus.
Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers exceed the heads of people.
Lower your head to pick up the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds are as clear as water.
Put it in the lotus sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red.
Recalling that Lang Lang is not here, I look up at Feihong.
Hong Fei is all over Xizhou, watching Lang go to the brothel.
The building is so high that you can't see it, just the top of the railing.
The railing has twelve curves, and the hanging hand is as bright as jade.
The rolling curtain sky is high, and the sea water shakes the sky green.
The dream of sea water is long, you are worried and I am also worried.
The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
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