Modern Poetry
beggar
乞丐
Ya Xian
Do not know how the spring came after the
How will the snow
Robin and Gouzi who came after the spring
How will the future
Temple is still
Washing socks is still drying on the Yanyue Dao
That is still a minor child to sing, that children down Lotus
Jujube tree, jujube tree
Members of the sun is shining, shining
Jujube tree that
The main thing is
Not a sub-child
Like almost dead lice and broken memories
And almost worn out by Avenue Mountain shoes
And almost hidden in the teeth of those in the city battlements
Those who desire to kill
Open every door to me, when the night come
People begin to prefer their own fence built
Only the moon, the moon is no fence
Handouts of milk and filled my old Wabo,
When the night
When night came
Who is cast on the gold on his profile
(By ah ho! Lotus children that fall)
Who threw in the dust on the Korean Wat
(By ah ho! Minor children that sing)
Jujube tree, jujube tree
Members of the sun is shining, shining
Jujube tree that
Spring, spring is coming How will the future
Snow, were robin and Gouzai
And my spine the rod will not bloom
What about after flowering
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