Modern Poetry
fillip
弹指
Zhang Cuo
Our house in the spring,
Drinking tea, listening to the qin,
And looking at the outside of the water and falling,
Spring has come,
We began talking about life,
And all sorts of confusion,
For example, the eternal, love, and reincarnation and the like,
Quietly fell from a cuckoo,
And in a small vortex in the spin,
Bright red petals began to potential invasion
Hun like a glistening wet sleeves;
We are still stubbornly recalled the feeling of each other ─ ─
"Mood this morning as the new brew a pot of tea
Not strong nor short. "
"We both torrential downpour in the next life
Occasional rain in the roof and met
And, had fallen in love. "
In the time of delivery in Tiao,
Even in such a short spring,
We are exploring each other's similarities and differences,
And a dispute with some meaningless confusion of life,
For example, the eternal, love, and reincarnation and the like,
But we also know that faint,
No what is now the events and characters,
To replace those who had previously carved bone, Lou had the heart ─ ─
You never think of Remembrance with you,
I always think of my recall.
We all know that
In any case touching now
Instantly into the past the fingertips.
No matter how life noise anger
In the middle of the night the loneliest moment
The only companion beside remains a lonely you
All tears were the tears of the trigger,
Sigh sigh all are back to weigh their own.
We are helpless as the spring of Petals,
Drift in the time of the rivers,
We know what to do in a little whirlpool,
Catastrophe aside, we have wandering,
Fortunately, the residual after the robbery and the hindquarters,
We will cling to each other, pity,
Feeling of time flowing quietly,
We seem to feel ─ ─
Life and death,
Love and hate,
Together with the left,
They seem to adhere to the law over and over again,
So in the spring night,
We especially cherish ─ ─
Short life,
Short love
There are short-term cooperation!
Twilight like a soft purple satin,
Like a pack of our owned up like a flower bud,
There is a warm and filled with the end in our language,
As we recall,
A season or a town
And the end of the trigger events;
We know ─ ─
Spring house,
Guqin spring,
Spring, azaleas,
Will never fade away,
As we look to soul,
Yela autumn,
Yousi death
New leaves in spring,
Yousi reincarnation,
Gone is our stubborn identity
And the stubborn love life.
Pattering of the water,
Bit of time,
Fingertips,
Instant read between the
Between frustration and perseverance,
Only the silent room,
Magic of the Guqin,
Dark soul of the cuckoo,
Adhere to the fingertips of the simple,
And loneliness.
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