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Post by 溪山 on Dec 19, 2021 0:56:29 GMT -5
After the Rain Xishan
There is no enough water to float a boat Though as shallow as a thin layer of snow A puddle has a view of a lake remote --- Tall trees and puffy clouds are deep down below. Move just one foot away or closer and gaze A different sight would your own eyes amaze.
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Post by 溪山 on Dec 19, 2021 0:58:09 GMT -5
On the Garage Door Xishan
On winter morning, bare twigs are dancing where Bruises and scars are filtered out in the sunlight Withered leaves leave no trace of any despair A silhouette sways gently in the breeze light. Multiple forms of one thing, which tells the truth? Who am I, this old body or my lost youth?
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Post by 边 草 on Dec 19, 2021 13:03:34 GMT -5
好诗,细腻的观察和提炼,真情实景,让人感同身受。多写、多谢!
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Post by 溪山 on Dec 20, 2021 1:55:12 GMT -5
多謝邊君鼓勵!多謝小勳點讚! 前天早晨雨過天晴。白色的車庫門上樹影搖曳,地上小水窪中雲朵倒映。原是想寫篇中文小短文的,但比較忙。所以匆匆寫幾行英文,省時省力。
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