ancient style poetry
Shuidiaogetou
水调歌头
Fu Daxun
Third house hastily, love Tim planted bamboo spin.
Bi yarn windows, eyes are Cuiyun heap.
Weng Gaowo Hill in January, Taxue cold water village, wood off the mountains open.
Only peace bamboo, with Samuume to stay too.
Children call home, open the door to see, there is who.
Off to smile, Zhu Ming Qing, then more mass Cup.
There was no wine Zhichou guest, a guest and worry-free liquor, wine and cooked Haiku irresolute.
Human things tomorrow, the day their own arrangements.
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