Nostalgia Is Curling Poem by Luo Zhihai

Nostalgia Is Curling

Puerile and tender voice
early orioles sing breaking snow of three rivers
Chasing waves
small oars row parting both sides of the spring

The sight stirs up his feelings
the moon shadow fills the window to peep my dream
As one falls another rises
the croak of frogs calls out the local accent

(by Luo Zhihai)


乡情袅袅

稚气嫩声，早莺啼破三江雪
追波逐浪，小棹划开两岸春
生情触景，月影盈窗窥我梦
此起彼伏，蛙声一片唤乡音

格律体新诗 ● 十一绝罗志海著译
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