sleeping in spring
Oversleeping in spring I missed the dawn.
Now everywhere the cries of birds are heard.
Tumult of rain and wind had filled the night.
How many blossoms fell during the storm.
miss in night
Moonlight covered the floor of my bedroom.
Looking like a layer of frost.
When i looked up at the moon in the sky.
I began to miss my hometown.
On the mountain holiday thinking of my brother in Shandong
All alone in a foreign land，
I am twice as homesick on this day
When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain，
Each of them a branch-and my branch missing.
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