Poet: Lo Fu
Trivia
We went to the Lok Ma Chau
The fog was rising, we look around in the loss of Lema
Palms began to sweat
Binoculars to expand the number of times the nostalgia
Chaos in the distribution of wind
When the distance is adjusted to the degree of heart
Flying in the face of a distant hills
I hit into the
Serious internal injuries
Sick sick
Sick as a hillside of azaleas that burst fades
The only one left
Squatting on the piece of "No cross-border" sign behind
Hemoptysis. And then
Startling from the paddy fields in an egret
Over the Shenzhen
Then suddenly back off
But this time, partridge to fire tone
That cry of smoking
A sentence
Through off-site cold spell in March
I was burned to make red eyes, Xuemaibizhang
Vernal equinox is after you Waking of Insects
Ching Ming Festival, also not far away
I actually can understand the accent of Guangdong
When the vast land of rain
Translated into the language of blue
Here! You say, Futian Village, and then the last is Shui Wai
Homeland soil, within reach
But I caught and beat up fog is still |