Modern Poetry | Lost Reputation: Countless Stars, Each Saying It’s Eternal Spring Blossoms
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Countless stars,
Each one says it's eternal spring blossoms.
The shadow of Shanghai peach blossoms on the east wall,
Clusters say it's eternal autumn moon.
I wake up in the morning, it's a matter of winter night's dream.
Last night's stars at midnight,
Cleanliness is like a bright net,
Sparse but not lost.
Spring blossoms and autumn moons are all of them,
If a fish doesn't tell you it's a fish, you shouldn't ask.
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