level 9
A maiden mute and tall
Trysts me at corner wall.
I can find her nowhere,
Perplexed, I scratch my hair.
The maiden fair and mute
Gives me a grass-made lute.
The lute makes rosy light
And brings me high delight.
Coming back from the mead,
She gives me a rare reed,
Lovely not for it's rare,
It's the gift of the fair.
2015年06月20日 12点06分
6
level 9
故人善水恰似卿,而今坟头绿草莹;
遗孀再嫁一吧友,育子篱下捕蜻蜓。
2015年08月31日 11点08分
10
level 1
每一个开始,毕竟都只是续篇,而充满情节的书本,总是从一半开始读起。
2015年10月12日 15点10分
12