It's quiet now under the lamp small,
When the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Still the rain is dripping from the sky,
Slow is the wind where mosquitoes fly.
I read posts, yet seldom leave my trace,
I hear songs, oft gladdened by the grace.
Roving busy lanes for some nice scene,
I see breeze flutter a skirt of green.
Sept.23th,2013.
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五律 秋分
灯下人初静,
闲来记秋分。
雨稀犹颤滴,
风缓尚飘蚊。
读帖少留迹,
听歌常感欣。
纷繁街市上,
风吹绿罗裙。
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perdita, such an excellent poem👍👍👍
It's a translation...Thanks so much for the kind words.