To the Tune: The Partridge Sky
Stars are sparse, in trees the winds repose,
From the screen the lute with zither wafts;
Heavenly music oft beguiles the soul,
Rarely can a verse my heart touch whole.
Flowers block the path,
Foliage hugs hath,
A moment to laze, to chant and sing.
The olden days have witnessed a tough North,
Where surges of songs in desert arose.
April 1st,2017.
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鹧鸪天 乐音
夜半星稀风在林,
屏前低响是筝琴。
偶有天籁移魂魄,
难得诗行感寸心。
花阻径,叶藏襟,
偷闲片刻漫哦吟。
旧时曾寄黄河北,
大漠之中有乐音。
*第三行的"有"字不拘。
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