Classic poem of the day
Southeast the peacock flies,
and every five li it hesitates in flight.
“At thirteen I knew how to weave plain silk,
at fourteen I learned to cut clothes;
a fifteen I played the many-stringed lute,
at sixteen recited from the Songs and History .
At seventeen I became your wife,
but in my heart there was always sorrow and pain
You were a clerk in the government office,
I guarded my virtue and was never untrue
At cockcrow I began ......
Member poem of the day
I called your name. From underwater I invoke. You didn't look at me, as if something just broke. A subtle, hard, harmonic tune Is that a breaking heart sound? they want me to go soon but dear, I'm yet to be found. You keep looking at the moon, but I belong underground. You keep chasing stars, but I'm where the fallen stars lie. Would you dare to see my scars? or would you just leave me here to die? Soon the water will rise, and then you'll know what it's like. Everyone will pay......
