Modern Poetry
three a moonlight night
三月夜
Lin Ling
March Lengqiao has dropped with the clouds
March of the night, I guess it belongs to the jurisdiction of Venus.
Hidden in every corner
Small probes are
They are sent here to wait for
Wait hyacinth Fat Kee multicolored real Southern interest.
─ ─ You see, it's head out from the holly bush
Peach is the naughty little slaves.
March, ah how wonderful night
The wind and spread the story in March, those stories really beautiful.
Legend: winter has begun to grow weary of the
To pick the United States in the spring, wearing ballet shoes;
Softly to her, not be found
The elves are impatient it!
Some ─ ─
I can not say
Night in March that
March pedestrians know
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