Think Of
The sound of spring is clear to the ear
The mountain colors are far from the dust
I close my eyes and often think of the feeling of my native land
I am afraid to see the foreign moon when I look up
(by Luo Zhihai)
思念
山色离尘远
泉声入耳清
抬头怕见他乡月
闭目常思故土情
格律体新诗 ● 罗志海著译
第一百四十九首长短句对联体诗 二零二一年四月二十日
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