I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue—
There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.
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This poem used to be in a section of my literature text book in school, and it still amazes me that as short as it was, I could still get lost in it. It was so funny, such a coincidence, to see it up on the promo board today, reminding me of such a time.
Doesn't this make you feel as if you have lost the same kind of person? Even if you haven't lost anyone, you can taste the wind of the river and somehow you know exactly what shade of blue "where river meets sky" is. -
excellent
I really like this. I'm not used to seeing short things on here, it's a nice change, not to mention a great piece. Well done! -
nice
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