Original | modern poem: the water of the Yongding River

I picked up a handful of water from the Yongding River

and a branch of dead grass left behind the West Mountain

The ancient song of Jiangnan that I wrote is entangled with a dance on the desert grassland

Earlier there was a spring tour

Glassy, clear water fish pond

Together with the oracle bone, the dragon spring, and the former residence, it has been buried successively

And a little wind and sand from the north of The Serbe

Go to the bend of the river to measure every inch of skin, and measure the water of the Yongding River

Later this is the end of autumn

The ground under my feet, half red, was red

Zeng Lake and mountains at a glance, from dawn to twilight

Text/Jining Haida Xingzhi School Chinese Studies Teacher Li Junru

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