Idle of brume of Zhenyan Naxiang luck, Male wind is wild swing midautumn to return. Bright of bright of the Milky Way gives birth to thoughts or recollections flashing across one's mind, Jade lens handsomes the handsome is moved hang pull. The care when the Girl Weaver closes get together little, Goddess in the moon always is hated medicinal powder from continous. Shade fine cold heat searchs commonplace, Grant Er skyline in all here. |
Orignal From: An eight-line poem with seven characters to a line and a strict tonal pattern and rhyme scheme. Mid-autumn (Xin Yun)
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