Looking At The Outskirts Poem by Charles WOO

The setting sun shines down on the grey-haired old man
Who looks at the red outskirts as far as he can.
Visitors rush to the south and tour the city.
Trucks queue up at north as the traffic is busy.
Silver bridge with high pillars is fixed by cable.
Flowers with colors like rainbow bloom as usual.
Strolling in the suburbs, he hears cheerful chatting.
Feeling the warm water, he knows spring is coming.

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