ancient style poetry
to cross Qiantang River
渡钱塘江
Xu Zhao
Bore to the sea gate, waves of white paste days.
A Hong drumming noise, suddenly collapse crack axis.
Darling Qiu and the dragon, fear of change be frightened cave house.
One thousand dare ago, long face Youse.
Eighty years of water-way, moving a thousand miles across.
Fei Lu is more volatile, difficult life experience can be measured.
Foot rope tied to the temple, with Bi smoke shore.
Days without artillery clouds, the wind sound a little self-excited.
Wu keyed a small tent, Hwang Yang the appropriate office.
Mu Qing Yao toad, four-way mountain disappeared.
His back view of shank, Italy may dawn north and south.
Wuqiao Chu Huai Zhao, Li served to make the best sound.
God pity I worry about the river level, such as seats.
He flattened on land, insurance risk-free experience.
Spark distant red, to know people close to the side.
Surprise ashamed mother, dream away the nose blowing rates.
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