Text/Qiantang Yujiao
The white clouds are free in the sky, and the deep Qionglou is my hometown.
The old tree village is covered in the shade, and the fresh lotus house is behind the colorful pond.
Huai Ting watched the moonflowers shift, and the bamboo courtyard listened to the rain hitting the wall.
For the guest to travel with the road, the sound of cicadas into the ears to break who's intestines.
(Wang Yujian poetry original 2023.7.9.)
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