白水
大学士
zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-10-02
tièzǐ: 14102
láizì: TORONTO
白水běiměifēngwénjí |
 fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-23 13:23:36 fābiǎozhùtí: Early Spring |
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Early Spring
Little birds fly back, singing
and picking snowflakes from the tree
The ice melts away,
floating and chasing the wave in the river
I stand near the window,
waiting silently
for the first thunder of spring
and the raindrops to drip into my poems |
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qinghongh
榜眼
zhùcèshíjiān: 2007-10-14
tièzǐ: 4110
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| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 16:51:24 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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the raindrop to drip into my poems
Wonderful!
from Wen & Qinghong |
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博弈
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zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-12-21
tièzǐ: 4381
láizì: SFO
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| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 17:41:57 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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good.
raindrops maybe?
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（在不斷的審醜裡終將建立起新的審美） |
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Lake
举人
zhùcèshíjiān: 2007-01-09
tièzǐ: 1286
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| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 17:51:20 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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and snowflakes maybe, too?
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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins |
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白水
大学士
zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-10-02
tièzǐ: 14102
láizì: TORONTO
白水běiměifēngwénjí |
| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 19:24:40 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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the raindrop to drip into my poems
Wonderful!
from Wen & Qinghong |
Hi, Qinghongh, Thanks a lot. Pls say "Hi" to Wen. Have a nice weekend.  |
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白水
大学士
zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-10-02
tièzǐ: 14102
láizì: TORONTO
白水běiměifēngwénjí |
| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 19:29:55 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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good.
raindrops maybe? |
Hi, 博士，you are right, I changed it. Thanks |
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白水
大学士
zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-10-02
tièzǐ: 14102
láizì: TORONTO
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| fābiǎoyú: 2011-02-25 19:35:03 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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| and snowflakes maybe, too? |
yea, you are right, thank you very much |
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白水
大学士
zhùcèshíjiān: 2006-10-02
tièzǐ: 14102
láizì: TORONTO
白水běiměifēngwénjí |
| fābiǎoyú: 2011-03-01 18:32:52 fābiǎozhùtí: |
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Early Spring
Little birds fly back, chirping
and picking snowflakes from the trees
Ice banks melt away,
floating and chasing the waves in the river
I stand near the window,
waiting silently
for the first thunder of spring
and raindrops to drip into my poems |
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