Charles WOO Poems

In mid-autumn, the moon shines brightly wherever I go.
It perches above the eaves watching the late sleepers so.
All Chinese admire it and I am one of the hopeful.
We wish China a reunion in the next festival.
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I revise books about Confucius and Mencius at my leisure.
With poor knowledge, I deem virtuous authors as my treasure.
For one thousand years prevails the doctrine of ' Golden Mean '.
The moral philosophy is more important than hygiene.
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We should follow the sages to carry on their duty.
Modern technology helps us to change the world daily.
In China, poem and couplet websites are flooded.
People transmit the culture fire by internet method.
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The tree dances lightly with her leaves in love-sickness.
Fondled by the wind, she twists her waist in sadness.
Her shadow scatters on the ground with rhythmic movement.
She shakes her head to refuse the wind's sexual harassment.
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Drizzle falls on Mt 'Ling' where prunes are ripe in May hour.
The plum trees look more luxuriant than the green lotus.
In the hot summer, I prefer to eat prunes which taste sour.
Producing saliva to quench thirst, I praise their cheapness.
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With rain and breeze, the Cape Jasmine looks beautiful.
Dressed in white, it is a fairy, pure and noble.
People sigh for its flowers withering so soon.
Who will act as 'Dai-yu' to bury them at noon?
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Lei-zhou locates at China's southernmost coast.
It is like spring all the year with plentiful sugarcane.
In shoal, shrimps and crabs are bred to the utmost.
Good profit, its petroleum industry tries to gain.
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Time passes quickly and the new year is coming.
We welcome it with lion and dragon dancing.
Moistened by drizzle, red peach blossoms are in bloom.
Birds chirp; willows turn green and plum flowers resume.
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Shaken by wind, the red lotus is hugged by its leaves.
It casts a flaming shadow which the limpid pond receives.
The fragrance tells the visitors that its bud will bloom.
Dew drops try to peep the seeds in its tender womb.
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At [Ken Tu Yuan] in Taiwan, poets get together.
They chant poems and compose couplets in the cellar.
Fragrance of tea from rosy cups penetrates their sleeves.
Notice board shows a masterpiece the champion achieves.
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