Cicada chirps in the tree under the hot summer sun.
‘Pipa' fruits hang so high that plucking work cannot be done.
At noon, tourists are eager to eat some without success.
Singing freely, oriole pecks the food it does possess.
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