The boat floated slowly in the weeping willows.
A cool breeze in early autumn
Blow a velvet on the water.
The voices of villages on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are blowing.
I rest alone in the window of the boat.
Look at the waves of the river.
Listen to the sound of distance.
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes.
This is a crisp child's call
There are different jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness
White clouds are flying in the blue sky
I want to put the annoying age
I want to put hate love
Entrust and boundless emptiness-disappearance
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence.
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley
Like a bald magpie in the breeze
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
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