ancient style poetry
Shuidiaogetou
水调歌头
He Dagui
Jinxi a good month, silverside cold diarrhea.
Bound clouds in the wind, turn sleep days Pi Yuk wide.
Jin Hua Xianzai suspected, both happy after years of drug to the dumping of a jade round.
Clean up rivers and shadow, are the mirror coil.
Transverse flute cream, blowing out shadow, to the transit.
Looking to make the whole world, eternal round of security.
What year old without any month, only Dixian the language, must not climb high.
I would like to call air, the sea of clouds way off.
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