The peach blossoms will blow
Showing half its red toward the evening
The cooking smoke spreads in the sky far beyond the hilltop
Gradually fades away with the remaining afterglow
Hearing the warbling of the orioles alone
I call to my dear child softly now and then
“Put the cooking of water shield and perches for later
Is the wine in the pot warmed up yet?”
发表于 2009-2-7 11:22:58