ancient style poetry
Shuilong Yin
水龙吟
Zhang Xiaoxiang
His life only said Wu Xi, a boat owned by the _set_ting sun call me.
Yuet Wah did not spit, waves do not move, the new cold water.
Shouts and cry, Ming Gu Ying Shan, startled bird habitat.
Yen Yuan asked to go, the water flow Hua Xie, when the matter by who remember.
Weng believed to be two dead.
Driving Speed, time travel is hereby places.
Man Lang house, the ZTE monument, should remain clog teeth.
I respect the discretion of clean, wash the public ANGER, to the same drunk.
Phase will be sleeve of a robe, clear all return, riding a crane to go, three thousand years old.
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