ancient style poetry
Stories of Ode to the Moon
念奴娇（咏月）
Yao Xiaoning
Su'e Shuiqi, riding Moon grind broken green autumn day.
Lu drunk leaning tower wind, the stern cold myogenic millet.
Solitary horizontal pipe blowing wind of Dragons, Xuelang turned silver housing.
Grand Tour Looking back, what Hueiji limited practice.
Tonight on the month still, respect for the former to be faster diarrhea, mountain Ming waterfall.
This pure light absorption tilting the heart, to wash my Pearl thousand Gok.
Lest moon, next year remains the same, bad coming from the first into a swan.
Toast persuade, to be linked to groups and jade.
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