ancient style poetry
stroke Drum line
击鼓行
Wang Shen
Liu Tong, a proud intellectual, wine À good drumming.
Yin bone wrapped in a golden tears, mixed with a white heart pain.
This hard to know why the others, cold night feelings tangled.
Willing to wear a red hibiscus Cen Mou cap the number of CDs is not enough Yuyang Laos.
Conspire to open early for spring apricot, autumn leaves, such as sweeping hands on.
Kaiyuan is the Heavenly Emperor, and that dust from the Chang'an Road known.
I am now a loud drumming Toru days, drumming second tone of grim spring.
Move it out of the sky day road, smoke flying off to the lock.
The wolf heard the forehead crack, stinking varmint smash full points.
Dual-scale fire mane only Cang Long Qiu, Mi Yun Ju thunderstorm Sao crumbs.
Wash out the ancient blue sky, sun and moon to wash out the ancient friends.
Valley vegetation hundred reminders occur, Luan-Feng Xiao Shao Ming also made.
The saying go look half-empty, _insert_-day cut-off sea-Pan Jincheng.
No man since I Ning Wong, at this time in the sound of the drum side table,
Liu Tong writing drum line.
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