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旷野诗选
Wilderness Anthology
怅惘些什么！
白云也无穷，
流水也不息，
还怕你一寸情怀，
无所寄托吗？
Drifting Clouds
Reasonable light,
emotional sea,
the white clouds float in the sky as a myriad of thoughts.
Is it made by great nature?
Does it mean that life is worthy of?
With measureless bleak grief,
when could I be extricated from it?!
Low crescent against high building casts upon the white voile.
It comes the voice of fluting afar—
The lonely shadow of moon,
and depression of heart
are all integrated into the desolation of sky dome.
“The blue brightness in snow
is hue of music.”
Do you remember that winter?
The snow was melted,
and song of silk string was faded away.
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