原帖由 青衫来客 于 2009-6-22 20:38:00 发表
The shadow of the elm twig printing high on my window seems to tell a cryptic lie
I am inspired to sneak into a path dimmer leading to the bank of Songhuajiang river
Where I find the crescent moon looks shy as if to smile amid clouds in the night sky
And several blinking stars are just in the water dotted on the river bed for slumber
The shadow of the elm twig printing high
On my window seems to tell a cryptic lie
I am inspired to sneak into a path dimmer
Leading to the bank of Songhuajiang river
Where I find the crescent moon looks shy
As if to smile amid clouds in the night sky
And several blinking stars are in the water
Just dotted on the river bed for slumber
Well, hahaha, clever boy, hahaha, but you turnt a short poem into such a bulky one, hehehe, nice, very nice, fantastic indeed!
At any rate, you are the poet and surely you are entitled to what you want to do.
Ok, let me give it a go for fun too.:P |