Last night, the blast nearly ruined the blossom bush.
Helpless flowers fell on the ground after the ambush.
Some of them were carried away by water running.
Inhaling the fragrance, I found some still remaining.
To bury them, I dug the soil which shedded tear.
A funeral poem was chanted when the tomb did appear.
I could not utter a word but made a deep sigh.
In silence, I heard the forest birds did sadly cry.
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem