Modern Poetry
crisscross footpaths between fie-lds
阡陌
Lin Ling
You are cross, I was longitudinal
You and I split the four directions of celestial bodies
We never place, the passing there
Meeting. After all, we met
Here, surrounded by fields filled with water ridge
There is a stop off the egret, a small stand quietly
And we quietly exchanged greetings, said the goodbye
Meet with silence, climbed two hills that are far
Look into the distance
(---- A white feather gently falling)
When a feather drop, ah, then
---- If we all want happiness like a white bird
It has quietly whereabouts. Yes, we hope
Even if they are ... with wings ...
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