2011年4月26日 星期二

Tanka Poem

I see the river
Crossing through the village house
It used to be clean
But now just full garbage
The river has cried

The birds are singing
Sing with their wonderful voice
People are enjoy
They catch them to hear more song
The birds stop singing

Grass wave gentlely
Trees stands stiff, still with patience
It was so peaceful
Later the buildings arrive
No more peace and calm

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