Modern Poetry of the Moon-Watching Man

The smoke from the kitchen is rising,

In the drunken dusk,

Who is a confidant on the roadside,

The wind is startling and the fallen leaves are flying,

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A song floats the soul,

Singing the end of a thousand years of love and nowhere to be found,

When sleeping at night,

carrying dreams,

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How could I know that Hua Luo's heart was so confused?

If I didn't know,

I forgot about my grief,

How could I leave you again? In the wind,

To whom can I tell my fate?

Looking at the bright moon rising in the sky again,

My thoughts are teased in the shadow of the wind,

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On the stone steps, I recall missing people,

The spring thunder keeps ringing,

Every year is like a dream,

The oath blows in the wind Earache,

I wake up from the dream and can’t see you,

The inkstone is on the window sill,

Still studying the ink to write down the feelings in my heart,

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Thrown to the wind again,

The sound of the wind wakes me up in the moon.