rose_rosy 一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰

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    rose_rosy [一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰]

    By the Chinese poet fengwenshu




    My space 's small emperaror-my son-

    As a Roseate for endless routh,

    When unborn my son,

    Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

    And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

    In phoenix's body breed,

    In rosy rose had

    Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

    Rivers, grasss, groves,

    And greatures.her sweetly joy and

    Fire of love,

    I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

    Or words of green water of flows,

    Day after day, month after month,

    And i made meselves a little cicada,

    In apparel, sometimd,

    I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometime,

    I made meselves a orchid,

    In white apparel, sometime,

    I turns a petty siklworm,

    In white robe, simetime,

    I into Nature 's greatures,

    To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

    As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

    Of summer,
    And my firegod_minor me sings

    Or told, for my fairgod_ minor

    Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

    I become one single flower's sweetly,

    Or Music of heavy sweet,

    kissed my son_my ideal,

    As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

    And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

    This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve rears

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks.
     
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