Short Tableland Poems

Wild Grass on the Tableland—Farewell to a Friend
The grasses on the tableland run wild,
Once in a year they perish and flourish.
The wildfire can’t burn them up in the field;
They regrow in vernal breeze at their wish.
Over the ancient path grasses spread far and wide,
And their green aligns with the city lonely.
Again say goodbye to my friend at the road side;
Lush grasses wave in parting sorrow heavy.

(Tran.)...

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