Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

April brings the snow,
Makes many hearts glow.
What a fuss folks make,
Like gales in circles blow.
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Once I chatted with an elderly man
just released from jail, who had no choice but
bottom-level jobs. I tried consoling
him that it was, after all, better than
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A tipsy butterfly
lost its way
in a flowerless bush
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Two stars appear in the dim sky,
When lovers gaze, admire in delight:
The time is short, dearer than gold-
One yearly parting, bestowed one night.
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If love be a plant, what would it need
To well grow and bloom? That's a mystery
Lingering on and on in every person's mind,
Ever since the beginning of human history.
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In the grip of coughing,
totally I lost freedom.

Water, one cup after another,
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Some decades ago,
Mom had us near, and said so:
Five cents to each, of you two,
You buy tickets for the zoo.
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Tender leaves of green,
Dewy to the eye,
Farewell to a Darling,
Always sad, oh sigh!
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Deep are the autumn tints a-growing,
fallen leaves drift like butterflies;
colored flowers already are in sleep,
all is silence, absolutely quiet.
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I seem to possess, alas, a fool's heart,
Simple and naïve, not alert to dart.
Fantasy and illusion its welcome food,
Relieving the hunger of a retarded mind.
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A Parody, to the tune of Chin Yuan Chun

Lo, the Beijing scene:
A hundred leagues in blurring haze,
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By the window I lie
Listening to the sound of autumn;
The cicadas shrill noisily,
And dense is their woe.
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I.
Back from dream, still in trance
Fire fights blazing in back streets
Making heart's fierce beats
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How many days have I known you? I can't tell.
I do wish I could well count, those days of joy
When we shared much, forgot things that annoy,
The envy of many, and bliss seemed to swell...
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Trick or treat, sweat or sweet?
Think thrice ere you compete.
Each seat is labeled with a price,
And you've to pay duly for your slice.
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You have loved me
The way I was,
But actually
I've never been
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Such a surprise to hear
There are songs to prepare
For a thief that comes in,
Ere he has chance to win.
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（I.）
Joy-
see scenery of seasons
savor poetry and painting
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On one spring day of the Partridge Sky
I saw a Pair of Sparrows flying high.
Gentle breeze spread the Willow Branch Song
So sweet and tender, as is any Southern Song.
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Happy sweet hours, to try my hands
At the veg, at the dough, as I might;
Now freed at last from tangled bands,
Like a cage bird, longing for new sight.
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