in spring
By wlzqqsh
@wlzqqsh (217)
China
February 28, 2007 1:29am CST
Your grasses up north are blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
0 breeze of the spring,since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
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