The Rushes
In the field, the rushes grow lush,
White dew turns into frost.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's edge.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and long.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if at the center of the water.
The rushes stand green,
White dew has not yet lifted.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's brink.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is steep and difficult.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if on the islet in the water.
The rushes sway gracefully,
White dew continues to fall.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's shore.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and winding.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if amidst the shallows in the water.
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The Rushes
In the field, the rushes grow lush,
White dew turns into frost.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's edge.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and long.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if at the center of the water.
The rushes stand green,
White dew has not yet lifted.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's brink.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is steep and difficult.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if on the islet in the water.
The rushes sway gracefully,
White dew continues to fall.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's shore.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and winding.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if amidst the shallows in the water.
In the field, the rushes grow lush,
White dew turns into frost.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's edge.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and long.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if at the center of the water.
The rushes stand green,
White dew has not yet lifted.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's brink.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is steep and difficult.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if on the islet in the water.
The rushes sway gracefully,
White dew continues to fall.
The one I speak of, resides by the water's shore.
Against the current, I follow,
The path is obstructed and winding.
With the flow, I follow,
Appearing as if amidst the shallows in the water.
Writer: Guanfeng Huang
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