ancient style poetry
Six Poems words
三字诗六首
Han Shan
Han Shan Road, no one to. If the line, said on the 10th. There cicadas,
No crow noise. Yela yellow, white clouds sweep. Dan Leilei, mountain cove cove.
I live alone, were good guide. Sub-look, what a good friend.
Han Shan cold, ice lock stone. Tibetan San-ching, is white.
Sunrise photos, temporary release. From're warm, old-age passengers.
My home mountain, not personally identifiable. Clouds, often knowing about.
Han Shan deep, said my heart. White stone, not gold.
Spring sound, ask Bo Qin. A child of, and distinguish the sound.
Heavy rock, full breeze. Fan does not shake, cool or cold through.
The moon shines, clouds cage. Sits alone, a man.
Han Shan child, long the case. Living alone, not life and death.
|