Before Mrs. Fu left, she invited me to stay at her house for two days. I wrote two poems for her as a departing gift.
1.
The remaining light of the setting sun casts a pair of shadows.
Still water, quiet peaceful. The waves must be cold.
The green trees and red flowers compete for prettiest.
Geese flying in circles have not settled down.
2.
In a foreign country, happily met by evening light.
Blink once, and already singing departing songs.
Across the lake, gazing at the sun, a pair of shadows.
The passing geese resounding, circling a tree, not wanting to leave.
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