With all that a land of freedom has to offer
I am afraid you say that you love me too…
The morning rain in Weicheng city moisturized the dust on ground
The hotel nestles amid green and fresh willows swaying around
My friend, please drink one more cup of wine before you go on,
Beyond Yangguan pass, there will be no more old friends to be found.
It keeps drizzling on the Tomb Sweeping Day
Travelers are overwhelmed with sorrows on their way.
I ask a shepherd boy where I can find a pub?
He points to the village amidst apricot blossoms far away.
Chinese will not accept this set of treatments.
Louise Glück, the nobel prize laureate of literature 2020