Though The Autumn Leaves Withered Poem by Haiqing Hua

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Though the autumn leaves withered

Though the autumn leaves withered
They are still in a shape of cloud
A cloud dances, a cloud sings
They are acting a mood in wind

Though it is destitute and hard
They drop in red
In red as splendid flowers
In red as radiating sunglow

Though autumn leaves are rare
Their tendrils are abundant
It is the road for a traveler
It is a poem of an anchoret

秋叶虽零
Though the autumn leaves withered

秋叶虽零
如云之形
舞之蹈之
风中心情

虽其凋敝
亦有落红
如花之灿烂
如霞之四射

秋叶虽稀
苍枝蔓蔓
如行者之途
如隐者之诗



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