When White Pear Blossoms Meet Yanzhi-Red
Written by A Broken Blade of Grass
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[I]
Let me promise a date,
Allow my life, after its fall,
To linger with fading fragrance—anchored in Qianshan mountain,
In your faint peach-blossom scent, dreaming a vision of Eternity
Whose delicate fingers,
Plucked my long-misery memories,
Pressed them among the layered reeds of the hills,
Expecting my scent and your scent
Overlapping and rolling
We flied with yearning and longing.
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[II]
Let me promise a date,
You, white pear blossoms, fair as a beauty—
The moment I meet you,
The flesh-and-blood Yanzhi-red,
My soul slips from my body.
Better yet, let me hand a scent of my pear-blossom,
Awaiting a smile from fallen flower at the Qianshan mountain’s foot,
Then
Sink into your graceful, twisting sea of fragrance,
And fall asleep with peace and happiness.
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[III]
Let me promise a date.
In dreams, I sit on thought’s far shore,
Breathe freely, think longly.
Under the bright moon, with a wisp of breeze,
I wander the blue skies over the Qianshan mountain,
Looking down
At the blush of peach blossoms in full bloom,
Where our past is inlaid.
At midnight, another heart-flower unfolds,
And in its unfold bloom,
I sip the floral scent, carefully
Redrawing a silent, beautiful scroll.
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[IV]
How fine, this promised date!
A delicate dream—awakening,
My beauty unchanged,
Your fragrance still the same.
Now my heart is no longer barren,
Nor my mind dark in sorrow.
Finally, we meet again
In the colorful and peaceful light of Qianshan mountain.
发表于 2025-4-17 22:23
笑不活了。太高大上了。白天我还想，有方言版了，有没有外文版。果然就有了。哈哈。
发表于 2025-4-17 22:26
发表于 2025-4-17 22:31