Travel Between Languages

Autumn moons,
soon become spring rivers.
A throng of flower umbrellas,
and dancing sea sparkles.
Walking in the hutongs,
resting on a temple bell.
A closet of deep love and happiness opened.
Picking up dropped
plum blossom, as we go.
Throwing them,
against the wind.
This is the colour of love,
and the height of dreams.
A floating life,
smiling a welcome.

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