ancient style poetry
Shuilong yin Geng Yun mid-autumn
水龙吟（赓韵中秋）
Lu Bing
Reaching an azure water, the wind swept some dust are.
Su'e Shuiqi, jade wheel drive stability, first from the sea surface.
Autumn Clouds breaking grind, Chung Cheng-yin Que, light bully South bucket.
Like the Moon Palace, the romantic female, should be regarded, fairy songs played.
I'll never wind quietly.
Yao snow, cold re-invasion Qiao.
Tonight Hugh Road, has never been this evening, overcast much less clear.
Take a long time deeper, exposed cold lapel sleeves, can not help its morning.
More days of wind, the cinnamon brush sleeve of a robe, like the old Pan roots.
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