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Mole Shadow at Spring's Gate
This is a poem for someone\n\n A mole steps into spring's gateway\n You are combing the tips of reed grass \n The river's waves all grow fairy-tale down\n\t\n Fluff is the postage stamp the willow grove refuses to receive\n\tShadow is the dance carefully woven by wild trees\n\t \n Unfold your palm-- \n\tThat moon like a glass marble,\n\tReflects the dream sleeping in a beetle's shell\n\t \n My love, the watercourse is the water vole's unfinished ballad \n\tIn all places where the wind passes \n\tPlease sing with me\n\tClay pots will grow bells, the kettle always holds floral tea fragrance