ancient style poetry
Old fisherman The four seasons Qu Chun
渔父四时曲·春
Zhao Rusui
Ji Jiang floating a new fertilizer in spring, sparkling green duck slightly east.
Wave heart slide up and down Zemeng, fishing bait car roll off the Hui.
Yan Jin wearing breathing of fish scales fiber Liu, half sell for money to stay for half the wine.
Apricot home drunk dirty canopies, flower hairpin hair off his hands.
Fang Qing Cong cries of sandy look, elastic silk blown bamboo rely Crescent.
He joked that lonely fisherman, fisherman turned me from the music number.
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