ancient style poetry
Shuilong yin Lang Guan Lake
水龙吟（郎官湖）
Li Qi
Wang Qing around Bishan Lake, foot waves in the Maolin show.
Palace boss fight Sai Chau, Wei Ting heavy reliance.
Rain Buyun line, bait wind drink fog, his life games.
Smile empty herein are not a thing, a wonderful, noble gas.
North sweeps away the dreams of Yunnan, to see three rivers lakes Autumn.
Poets of two solutions, one stroke clear respect, overriding a thousand miles.
Jianghan vast, where the enemy, mountains good is.
Lu Ping to be white, the sky month, about riding a whale from.
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