Binghui Zhu
Liu Juan Xiang feng
Bow your head like water and be gentle.
Lush grass
The blue water swayed on the blue boat.
Break a silk willow and send it to Iraq.
What came out of the water was the news that Iraq was leaving.
Break a silk willow and send it to Iraq.
Lonely smoke rises from the market.
My hair is thick.
The flute of missing sounded in the moonlight.
The green steps are still fragrant.
My tears are speechless
Sandalwood sleeps with her fingers on her pillow.
Meet Iraq when flowers bloom.
Don't leave.