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natsu

The grass on its way
To midsummer festival
With the winds of June.


natsu kinu

You beaming flower
In the sky. Warn us next time
Of the day you come.


natsu yasumi

Children out for play
“Oh freedom let be!” they say.
Smiling, I look off.


ayame

Walking down the beat
Passing a set of irises,
Embracing in case. ...

I've been sitting here for four afternoons;

No one walks past, not to mention the shuffle of footsteps.
In the loneliness, lacy ankle-high ferns grew to reach over my shoulders. covering me for no reason at all.
If the water babling is a memory that is hard to forget,
I can only let it be written on a stationary cloud.
Twenty paces to the south stands a smiling dandelion;
A breeze blows its pollen onto my bamboo hat.
Ah, what can my hat ...

While I'm passing through south-east China,
the pretty faces waiting in the season bloom and fade like lotus flowers.

The east wind doesn't come; the willow catkins in March don't fly--
your heart is like a small lonely town.
When there is no footstep on a bluestone street at dusk--
the spring curtains don't draw open in March.
Your heart is a small tightly-closed window.

The clip clop of my horse is a beautiful mistake: ...

If you water a plant, it will grow flowers.
If there are flowers, there will be bees and butterflies.
If there are bees and butterflies, the world will be beautiful.

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