Modern Poetry
Therefore sword
故剑
Zhang Cuo
I remember when I cast my you practice,
I beat my fist knock me
My black body
Burning fiery red,
I Hong Hong's an aspiration breast
But in your last spoonful of topping the well water,
With the Dousou Lingtai
Become clear, sharp,
Wear you ask me I turn my
In the spring night in March,
I finally flick quietly in your hands
Into a soft-edged sword has just also.
I know that is not your first cast handle,
I Chi Wang was cast I was the last of the knife,
From your gentle of hands around the mean, the
I started a two-edged steel sword history
A tempered feelings
Today,
I hide in the dark scabbard,
Why from the Office -
My history is only one,
Thousand of your feelings there.
But every dark rainy night, such as
Have a kind of loneliness in the heart spontaneously grow,
Makes me uneasy impatience
The Fanyueyinxiao;
Therefore, a sword, the Wife,
Xia Qi can not cultured,
Not the arena will be able to forget themselves, and
There is a desire
Can not jianjue prohibited,
Guests can not end clothing,
There is a mystery,
Questioning struggling in the wind -
Why did you make me care I?
Why to your flesh and blood short,
Spring steel refining my feelings?
Why the urge to you decades of cold and heat,
I abandoned countless thousands of helpless people BES access?
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