Sunday, August 22, 2010

A small Tang poem

It is raining from yesterday night. I always enjoy rain, especial the cool summer rain. I often listen to rain near the door and windows, but rare walk in rain though I usually dream that.

This is the last Sunday of my summer holiday. Next Thursday will be the first day of the fall 2010 semester. I am worry about the new classes as usually although there is no good reason.

I’d like translate a small Tang poem because I am really touched by it.

My home country is thirty Li away and I have stayed in the secluded palace for twenty years.
While you sang my hometown song of Hemanzi, even at the first a few words, I could not control myself and a pair of tears fell down in front of you.


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