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——Lin Huiyin
When will there be again
That piece of silence;
Rong Rong in Standing in the spring breeze, facing the mountains and small rivers?
When can we do that again?
Full of hope;
Drapped with fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climbing the tower , listen to that bell more?
When and when will the heart
be able to truly understand
the distance of time; the years of mountains and rivers;
yesterday The silence, the sound of the bell
Yesterday's people
How can they leave a shadow on today!