Through

 I wet down the lane from the south through the

Yangzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou
cottage outside the city people's tea
still echoed in the green willow
in a quiet side
The Shen Yuan tenements
stop breathing to listen
night sing
Lotus
who rolled up the curtain tears
cage from falling
soaked the spring grass red armbands
Who's heartstrings Qingbo

faint faint from flying
crushed rice paper
along the lonely nights in the long sludge
I walked from the south Qinhuai
people's bank of the Yangtze River Delta Yingge
wasted
seems like yesterday
occasionally brilliant Review
real estate broker who lost
light dance off the worry whirling

from January Canhong Red Mountain picking through
Yuelu scattered clouds outside the poem sad
woven wet my heart

real estate broker who carved past
Qingwu Cheng pulls
whirling

from the deep depths of the deep memory of past lives of the persistent

shake down the long walk from the south of Rainy

knowing about my flowers have opened
And I
hurried