The evening breeze strikes, and the shadow of the sunset
Gently slipped from the shoulders of the ancient willow.
Golden satin covered the rustling lake.
Curious wild ducks are playing in the water
Set off layers of shiny ripples
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Sporadic footsteps, singing in the late evening.
Birds are like euphemistic serenades
Push away the silence of South Lake.
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Outside the loess high slope
The sunset was drowned by the twilight that used to be life.
The night dew sparkled under the starlight.
They seem to embrace greetings from their hometown.
Let me understand the cold of the world.
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At the moment, I'm walking on the lake of Xingyue.
If there is a bug song, if not.
Like a distant dream, wrapped in my heart.
Author: Xue Ge (real name Wang Mingxue)
Official account of WeChat: Write East and Read Western Language Academy.
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