Real feelings, real surroundings
Strolling moonlit steps wet embroidered shoes,
Deepening cold dew ascending orchid stairs.
Cloud-covered moon light, our vague rues,
United together new poems for hearts' brief amuse.
Beitou
Thick forest, dark green covers low mountains at dusk
Green streams full of bare rocks in hot springs
The resort cannot keep springtime from leaving
Azaleas bloom, rambling orioles sing
All these years, I wrote several poems about Beitou, but chose this one to represent them.
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