ancient style poetry
Dong Xiange
洞仙歌
Ceng Yu
Phase, such as day, he played the Gun Fu.
Put pen to paper vertical and horizontal wonderful weather.
Swagger chariot road record with drunk Jin Ming, the poor wins reward, whether the city has been re-dusk.
Jiuyou as dreamed, friends scattered peers, Manuscripts dripping still as before.
Island north of God status, Jin Yi Qiu Hui, injured white jade, long buried in the loess.
But the air seems, Emmanuel Kui-Ran survival, despair Brightness breeze, no more mysterious degrees.
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