Bing Hua Poems

Between water and fire there won't be a melting point
Between drought and waterlogging the homeland's always there
Let me bury the withered petals of flowers
And transplant the bloomed and unbloomed into the heart
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I got up early today as usual
I didn't turn on my computer as the first thing

Washing my hair and taking a shower
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Love makes me so beautiful
My face is pretty like a flower
Who needs blusher or eyebrow pencil
My body dazzles
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Unaware of its depth,
The star in love with the sea，
Twinkles her eyes
To take a look
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Too nervous at the first meeting,
I made my silk scarf slide off down to the ground
And a question mark in my heart is found
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You're coffee
I'm the mate.
My love infuses your deep bitterness.
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A summer lotus ready to bloom,
Is a heart wrapped in worries
Who can peel off the wrapping petal by petal
Who can call out the heart of the lotus
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High up in the air
You throw me a rose
Joyful, without fear
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Summer
Flies away with a little secret in its mouth
like a bird
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Is a plump pregnant woman in many forms
On her face there blooms
Anticipation and longing
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