Author: Lu Li
In front of my house,
There is a poplar tree,
Like an open umbrella,
Covered with bright paint.
Rustling branches,
Heart-shaped leaves are lovely,
The root petiole is straight,
Sleeves that are shiny and slippery sway gently.
In the faint smoke,
This poplar stands upright,
In the red sunset,
Shake the bright mirror lamp
Poplar is flowing beside it.
A gurgling river,
It makes the sleeves dance branches,
Accompany a beautiful music.
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