Modern Poetry
droop Anglers
垂钓者
Zhou Mengdie
Who are you? Who is the lotus leaf, so that the sludge algae and Ophelia, frequently shaking?
Lan ten storm in a fishing line endless! Executive pole aside.
The man first tone from the deep forest warbler, sit sun_set_ semicircular title.
The forty fifty sixty seventy sit back and shoulders are falling bending, wet ... ...
A dragonfly on his head erect, has slept in his shadow as monks _set_ down drooping eyelids,
How many dreams just a dream a long dream short, are lengthy with long wave to short wave short wave both passed away ---
Lu Hua shallow water in the wake of the East. Rod has not seen,
Is affected by the wind? Or title to the giant scales?
Look around the vast, smoke outside,
Faint sound of water falling stars slip, Hang-yin!
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