My parting grief is boundless when the sun sinks low;
Eastward I point my whip and far away I'll go.
The fallen blossoms are not an unfeeling thing;
Though turned to mud, they'd nurture flowers’ growth next spring.
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My parting grief is boundless when the sun sinks low;
Eastward I point my whip and far away I'll go.
The fallen blossoms are not an unfeeling thing;
Though turned to mud, they'd nurture flowers’ growth next spring.
↓ ↓ ↓
记得诵读该诗的中、英文版
否则无法报名哦!
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