Ten years ago I admired it, write it below the water Some dirt, there Lvtai have the original ecology of plant roots We have been on it, the West River Bridge, then how petite Eighteen-year-old appearance, shy and hidden hands The fall of 1998, the weather was a bit wet He and I once again cross the bridge to the center of the bridge He seemed to say something, say something he should do West River Bridge, so many hidden thoughts of our It is the heart of the river, now dry
With a simple language, short faint Road to a nine-line "but was already casting haze of confusion" in the past. Poetry rich in good works in this anthology of the few where one should be the top three. (Ming Hua) A song off of "Homecoming"-like hint of sadness in the poem. Young shy love, if not perfect, there is dirt and Lvtai, but the overall flow of water under the bridge; years later, even if the weather is wet, especially under the bridge inside the river already dried up. By the poem's "we" view, "he" seems to the "you" more suitable. (Non-MA)