ancient style poetry
Shuidiaogetou
水调歌头
Zhang Xiaoxiang
Degree of green peaks and clouds, You He dances back to the wind.
Mountain fabulous I wonder, evoking Bi Xiao Long.
□ A little switch of gold, Lei Chen Ling □ million stack, agitated like collapse empty.
Silver lake water spilled to do, dumped into the Po Lin Temple.
Sitting in the passenger, Ling Ji Cui, see Ben Hung.
Chopsticks should be lost dagger world, here alone calm.
Never wash the dirt, run and boundless focus is issued, the Creator speaks power.
Sky suddenly opened Ji, at the five clouds East.
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