(平水韵上平十二文)作者: Xiaoman 时间: 2015-6-22 10:29 Withered petals drift in the pool,
The thin mist shroud the loft roof,
Alone I wander in the small garden,
Breezes, clouds, residual fragrance
Ivies on the wall--olive skirts back then,
become the wrinkles in depression
Oh, without you things are differently
My heart now is feeling so heavy.作者: Xiaoman 时间: 2015-6-23 20:36 标题: 第