|  Shi Ji Zhuan  | ||
							How gay and dissipated you are ,
There on the top of Wanqiu !
You are full of kindly affection indeed ,
But you have nothing to make you looked up to !
						
						There on the top of Wanqiu !
You are full of kindly affection indeed ,
But you have nothing to make you looked up to !
							How your blows on the drum resound ,
At the foot of Wanqiu !
Be it winter , be it summer ,
You are holding your egret's feather !
						
						At the foot of Wanqiu !
Be it winter , be it summer ,
You are holding your egret's feather !
							How you beat your earthen vessel ,
On the way to Wanqiu !
Be it winter , be it summer ,
You are holding your egret-fan !
						
					On the way to Wanqiu !
Be it winter , be it summer ,
You are holding your egret-fan !
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