A poem of China--------------Across the river to pick lotus

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Aug 27, 2012 23:49
Across the river to pick litus.
There are many fragrant grass in the bog.
Who will get my flowers?
It`s a peason from a distance who I am missing.
I look back the path which I come from.
It`s a very long way.
We have the same heartbeat,
Bue we can`t live together.
Maybe I will mournful until I die.