"A Poem to the Author of the White Deer Plains"
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A dreamy morning,
Mr. Blue Robe, walked to the crossroads of early summer.
He looked,
Distant weightless villages, pastoral gardens, livestock, bridges,
And the county where the four sisters lived with her.
Send a bouquet of hawthorn flowers?
The uncle who drove the mule cart finished,
Gaze affectionately at the furry sour apricots.
His eyes were like two shy lanterns.
Sir also remembered,
The footsteps of the rudders of the quicksand river at night
Perhaps, they are going to go behind the old poplar grove
Look for the original early summer of last year.
He had written in the palm of her hand in rough words,
Rhapsody of the Night.
Moonlight, after being conquered by his mature snoring
Never to be found again,
Those pearl-like silkworms in April.
Sir tried to touch the hand of spring,
Grabbing a handful of hungry and thirsty loess from the Kang family's courtyard,
Sent to the summer in front of me.
A few of her tears were spilled on it
Want to wait for a harvest,
Maybe that's just a psalm in the land!
Sir turned,
Continue looking for the next place where the sun rises.
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