On the Rhyme of Ancient Poetry

Yi Jian Meizhou Guo Wujiang Jie Jiang

A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

The whole word rhymes with ao.