Yesterday I happend to read this poem writen by SuShi ,and read it over and over again.I realized I love it. Now i want to extract it to share with friends.

Spring is not yet old:

Its breezes gentle,blowing the willow twigs aslant.

I ascend ,tentatively, the Transcendence Terrace,

And see half-filled moats and a city of flowers

While ,at times, a misty drizzle darkens the houses.

 

 

Cold Food Day over,

Now I am sober,but it brings sighs.

Do not reminisce over the old country with old acquaintance;

Instead, build a new fire to brew new tea.

To enjoy poetry and wine ,take advantage of your prime.