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发帖数: 130 | 1 I cross the river to pluck hibiscus,
In the orchid marsh, many scented plants.
I pluck, but whom sho9uld I give them to?
For my love resides in a distant land.
Turning my head, I look toward home,
Along that vast and endless road.
Our hearts are one, yet we dwell apart,
Worrying and grieving till we grow old.
(TR. DELL R. HALES) |
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