Modern Poetry
explorer
探险者
Zheng Chouyu
Jing, from the sound coming out of
Here the mountains, and the low flow of water,
Grievous Dakota the night,
Our car stopped at the end
To the tent, such as empty drums, loud snoring gently touch it;
Fan club love quiet elves,
Disturbed by the shaking leapt tree
Ah! Here the mountains, tall, gentle,
Willing to grant,
Here the mountain, like women's breasts,
Confidence in the eternal in a miracle
We fell asleep, to think of a better,
Sign the magic in a confidence
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