ancient style poetry
Xia Yu sigh
夏雨叹
Chou Yuan
Three Days of Rain, June Liyang, Yamada hi low field hard enough.
School bell in the North Country Fair is also low at the depth of three-Chi Xu.
Seedling roots have been floating down dip, and then how the species can be dead.
Naturally, I am resident outside the West, Guo, tired of listening to step on the village car drum.
Chunjiao face black farmers sigh, do not regret this life, firewood and fisheries industries.
Mountains and water can be taken to catch, so worry Xiao Geng night hoe.
Last year only one crop was captured, cooked and then force the beginning of this year, Shu.
Qi not wait for the rice of gray, and with the return sludge lakes algae.
Danyang Liyang close and then, the origin of three months without rain.
Shibuya field shallow dry river, lake drainage through training Zhou Ji.
Both cold and heat with the earth, the sky where the rain do not Yang.
He would like to move the heart of this rain comfort, Zhu also made me hot.
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