Those verdant mountains feel low much;
And those rice fields seem short much.
The loquat tree there has borne its fruits since,
And the sun at dusk is setting towards distance.
II
The road along the hill remains rough;
And the Chinese banana there graceful.
The grass seeds are producing even now;
But the very dragonfly stops come and show.
III
The school beside Hu’s village has rotten;
Of where all the classrooms are by lock fasten.
I, who am standing outside now, and had inside stayed;
Were separated by the windows as like Milky Way.
IV
Guanggui is still grinning shyly somewhat,
Whose iron hoops were exchanged by a motor.
On the wood table a few of stories are served in a tray,
Half a bowl of wine vs half lifetime of ours idled away.
V
How about the youngest girl? Nobody knows;
Where is Little Qing? No contact yet till now.
Then how’s Xu San, in turn? He stops uttering a sound,
How about Xu San, tell! He refuses to recount.作者: 齐云 时间: 2013-10-15 17:39
