ancient style poetry
A WU Bo-solid
答吴伯固
Zheng Xie
Job solid read my poems, turning Yin endlessly.
Heel of my door tomorrow, poetry is also compatible.
Hack first reading quite strange, as recorded million ghost prisoners.
Fresh ink and must, Chung spent flow of paper.
When the command to scan the sky craftsman carved SOU no.
Trunk fallen a hundred beads, slip away not close.
Rude text Zhuo Yu, Xia hold those more sore warts.
Is as ugly old woman, see this mirror shame.
Good word chant anti-see, non of their comrades to be London.
Fu Mao rotten tree, so Ling Kunqiu.
You Yu sang the house, so I providers to Ou.
Competing as wind and thunder, the more direct and rural Mou.
Son ran Zeshen easy to me rather Debu.
Lidi for gas then, the sound should be legal is the reward.
For example, Chu Weng, painting to compete divide.
I was non-subnetted right, Hezu as spears.
Fortunately midnight seen, Yin eliminate hundreds of high concern.
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