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The Butterfly Loves the Flower the Lute Play
By Angela Ren Tr. Zhao Yanchun
Swallows chirp, orioles cheep, he goes away
South land comes to her dream
The moon o'ersprays the bridge with ray
The smile beamss faint, sadness lingers with gray
While the green dale welcomes the light of May
The clouds see wild geese pass on what he'll say
'Tis some wordless warmth
That the maiden does softly pray
The emerald and the balm will here stay
With smell of painting and sound of lute play | 
发表于 2012-9-26 10:23:06
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发表于 2012-9-26 11:49:35
