look with blue eyes
the flight of the oriole, but instantly turn white
me to your network because a man is following her .
My mind is in the orioles
the souls of poets
that the eight corners
free-flying, wings spread, while singing exquisite
arrival of spring.
I think the same Qu Yuan
back to see their land
feeling inside
joy did not feel that being a man. Oh my noble
orioles, raise
your wings held high in the area, and your singing Surrender
as if it were eternal spring!
This year in the Gregorian calendar, the day of the Chinese poet falls on May 28.
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