Modern Poetry
Snowflake of amusement
雪花的快乐
Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
In mid-air in the elegant chic,
I must recognize my direction ─ ─
Flying, soaring, soaring, ─ ─
The ground below my direction.
Not that Lengmo valley
Not that desolate foothills,
Not on the shortage Street to melancholy ─ ─
Flying, soaring, soaring, ─ ─
You see, I have my direction!
Dancing gracefully in the air,
Perceiving the enchanting residence,
Waiting for her to visit the garden ─ ─
Flying, soaring, soaring, ─ ─
Ah, her cinnabar fragrance of plum!
I was with my light as possible,
Floats, live in her stained skirt, [1]
Close to her heart like Roubo ─ ─
Dissolving, dissolving, dissolving ─ ─
Integration into the heart of her Roubo like!
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