The Other Side of the River
|by Xi Chuan |
translated by Lucas Klein
On the other side of the river there is a flame a flame burning May burning August when the pagoda tree blooms, the professor with lentigo bows to her when orange blossoms fall, an heir of graceful demeanor waves to her and smiles yet on the other side of the river she remains, still burning like the underwater glistening of red coral like a red straw hat blown away in the breeze
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