ancient style poetry
River City Zi He
江城子（和）
Mo Heyouweng
Tap the small dead end Huai busy.
Cicada sigh, as early as the _set_ting sun.
Jinxi Ho, the bones of the dead according to the battlefield.
Heaven and earth are the dream, the stone fire, wok soup.
People now and the free show, Kang did wrong.
Chi Malaysia, test guns.
Said the door with the children, the book has cream beam.
Absolutely ancient times the same month, chop endless, wide hue.
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