The sun tells peace
With the sleeping flower lullaby of the earth
The moon tells of peace
With green nights like grass rushing back.
The city suddenly awakens from a hundred-year sleep
From the shoulder of the mountain
The trees gently bend to greet the meeting place
Blooms in the rainy season.
The rotation of the years
Hurry up May
The streets are no longer "provincial"
Sunset still red cold
Only the afternoon clouds fly further away.
Fold for each other the silk memories
In the green leaves on the wall, the color of the sunlight is spreading
Arrange for each other a series of quiet days
A morning of laughter and tears reborn me.
Like the street still has you - the face with the flower pin
I love the city without needing to light a fire
Like that mountain, the four seasons do not hinder
Take refuge in the infinite for life.
Lenguyen's Poetry: Seasons on the Street
Lu Hong's Poetry: The Sky Returns
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