Dusk returns That old person that Jiang Bian fishs Return from inside dusk His stoop, short, wash one's hair is worn late wind Be pulled to be worn by flood land and hoar alley The piscine basket that carrying in his hand is dripping water The fish in basket skips alive, frisk The smoke from kitchen chimneys that village mouth slender and delicate circles accentuated dusk The light mist that upsurges by the side of the river is faint distance And a lamp that shining in that hut Resembling is whose affectionate eye In look forward to fish the form of person rock One pace stands by hut expect What one pace approachs the life is sweet, warm Bai Yun In one's childhood, bai Yun waves in the sky I want to grow a pair of wing more Like the bird Fly in the sky The plane is in 10 thousand meters of altitude flight Bai Yun is overflowed below the foot emerge At this moment I just understand Still go on the ground dependable On the cloud, below the cloud Be like,I am sentenced two people |
Orignal From: Dusk returns (outside)
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