ancient style poetry
Bashengganzhou
八声甘州
Zheng Mengxie
Big Jiangliu night, off the heart unhappy, can not help but late to the wind.
The hero □ gas, rise and fall of other things, blew away without a trace.
But the mountains around my country, still the sun_set_.
Straight North Shenzhou Road, a few Phenom.
To ask Shuro Red Cliff, broken sigh sand Shen Ji, Chong smoke lock Beirut.
Listen to the sound wave, such as language, empty chaos Di flowers.
Even among the clouds, peaceful little letter, to dusk, falling clouds reflect the red side.
Pertusa perch U.S., boat go back, accompanied by fisherman.
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