Will swing the sickle (poem)

Maimang Chapong, pointing straight to the dome

Huang Sui trembled in the wild south wind

Yesterday, I watched the sky at night , the handle of the bucket is located in the south

Bright and unusual, auspicious, it is suitable to be mowed

The straw rope is tied around the waist

Look at me vertical and horizontal, swinging a generation of sickle wind

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Waiting to show housekeeping skills

You may be amazed for one or two

The only thing I have the confidence to win

is this twists and turns Lang

Youring a piece of tune to eat old

Pengpengqi wheat is but the ration of the year

chapter of weeds, muddy catalog

It is difficult to form a book of flat torment

Despite the golden cover given by the nobles

people are overwhelmed

I still rush in and out

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The cycle goes on and on, and I never get tired of it

Wearing a wooden yoke in the general’s armor

“The galloping and hunting drives my heart crazy”

One point Noi Minghua