Yan Feng Poems

The breeze shook the leaves ，flapping each other
A string of fragrance, seeping into the chest
Close my eyes. Spit out the body's wordy language
The fragrance of the lungs, swimming through the body
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Meet someone who likes to chew words
Sipping tea in the shade of a stream
Stack the characters together
With Yonghe Ninth Year of Kuaiji Shanyin bamboo forest similar
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雪
明知粉身碎骨
还是义无反顾
温柔地跌落大地的怀抱
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Many people call a river a function word, sparkling
Those falling love stories make the magpie bridge
A glass of wine, flowers, and dinner to save the marriage
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In spring, leave the door ajar, squeeze in wind from crack
A flash of sunlight made the scholar to pry first awakening of love's a door

The peach blossom that is a brief encounter with spring
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The daughter's first cry, father's heart softhearted
Rice, grain by grain, panned and soaked
The man uses a pair of thick hands to rub out the warmth of glutinous rice
Buried deep. Under the osmanthus fragrans trees
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I did not hear nick name when the smoke rose from the kitchen chimneys
By the lake in a foreign land, willow embankment, the sun is setting

Bird song around the curling smoke, a wisp of rising
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It opened again, in May
The fragrance of flowers wafted in with the shaking wind
The things we see and hear come into season Once again
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At the Metropolitan Museum in a foreign land
Tang-ga and bumped into the past five hundred times look back
It's Made in China
Dazzling, shed tears, moved the heart
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Those folding stories spread like clouds on a rainy day
Spin it around the tip of your finger, poke it and it goes away

The rainbow is like a bridge, from one end to my hometown
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