(Zi Lin Zheng Rhyme)
Text/Han Xiansheng
The young man hurried away.
Early morning chirping of chickens.
Autumn rain to dawn.
Not greedy for neon lights.
Hear partridge sounds.
The old man only looks for a way back to his hometown.
East Hedge West Garden is sentimental.
The neighbors smiled a little.
Chicken stew with bamboo shoots.
Pork noodles are welcome.
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