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If I become a golden flower,

Just for fun,

Growing on the high branches of that tree,

Laughing and trembling in the wind,

Dancing on the new leaves again,

Mom, will you know me?

If you shout:

"Son, where are you?"

I was snickering there,

But not a word.

I will quietly open the petals,

Watching you work.

When you take a shower,

Wet hair hung over her shoulders,

Through the shadow of golden flowers,

When you go to the small courtyard of prayer,

You will smell the fragrance of this flower,

But I didn't know the smell came from me.

When you have lunch,

Sit at the window and read & gt,

When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,

I want to cast my little shadow on your page,

Right where you are reading.

But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?

When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,

I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,

Be your child again,

Please tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you bad boy?"

"I won't tell you, mom."

That's what you and I were trying to say.

2. Full Moon Night (He Qifang)

The full moon dispelled the silver calm,

Roots soaked in grass are like cold water.

The water lily unfolds its virgin heart from the dream,

The tips of shy petals are red, as if they had been kissed.

Flower mosquitoes don't sleep in summer nights,

Its wings are like the feet of a wasp covered with nectar.

Steal our whispers and tell the reeds.

Come on, what's sad, what's shivering with cold,

Your heart, like the leaves of the forest, is trembling with the touch of moonlight.

Shake the pure pearl in your eyes, sad dew?

Your voice is as soft as an angel's snow-white arm

Touching every second, time becomes gold.

Do you think I am a cruel lover?

If my chest is as soft and lovely as blue waves,

Put your seaweed-flavored pillow on my heart.

It floated out of the fish's mouth like a bead,

A string of silver rings played a lullaby.

Charming dreams have stopped at your brow.

Your eyes are like orchids in bud,

There is a mysterious night musk deer.

Do you hear the golden stars in the forest?

It was the yellow ripe locust tree that left the liberated branches.

Do you feel the green shadow on your hair?

It is the breeze that slides down from the thick leaves.

The shadow of the exquisite railing has moved to our feet.

What answer do your silent lips expect?

Is it a silent kiss?