After Lunar New Year passes,
The river is filled with the colors of spring,
The dried-grass thicket by the bank, we can hear
The sound of sprouting grass to sing
Geese are busy moving up
And down, preparing for migration to unwind.
Motorboats make froths and foams
When they cut across along with the wind.
(Apr. 10th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2024 20:55
- Category: Short story
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