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 stand amid the swirling sand
of this arid sun-scorched land,
I hold in my hand a robust rose
From this harsh sun I shielded it close.
A solitary rose; Yet how did it wilt
Right in my hand that I feel guilt--
Oh God, did I embrace it too close
Why was I not able to save my red rose?
Petal by petal it fell apart on the ground
Breaking my heart asunder but nary a sound;
A measly flower, is that all you see,
A whimsical notion, a foolhardy tas......
