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Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Grass (by Bai Juyi)

Far far across the plain
Spreads the grass
One year and another
It withers and returns
Never extinguished
By the prairie fires
With spring winds
It leaps back to life
Bringing near a fragrance
From an age-old path
So the green sward overgrows
Crumbling city walls and
Once again my friend
We must part with
Feelings boundless as grass
Overtaking my heart


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