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Creative of The Week: Poet Dr. Tzemin Ition Tsai, Taiwan (China) September 11th, 2022 – September 17th, 2022

Dr. Tzemin Ition Tsai, Taiwan (China)

Wisteria on Datun Mountain

If it weren’t for the warm thoughts of this sunny day, I would be locked in this Datun Mountain wisteria
The secret of coincidence, petal by petal follows the shallow painting in front of you
The pink-purple shrubs are desolate, stretched out their tongues and licked them away
Sleepless youth, don’t let love outside the wall be intimate with bare feet
Flowers are as strong and beautiful as fire, sneaking in from the eastern slope, the breeze swirls along the mountain and rides on the Datun Stream
There are so many words to scold me, and the voice born from the root shakes the ground
Tourists are laughing loudly, showing off Dong Ran who doesn’t sit still
In the sky, spring clouds cover most of the fragrance without a trace
I sit alone, rubbing a wisp of mist
Promise me to get rid of your silent blush, promise me to get rid of your silent blush
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If it weren’t for the fallen leaves, I could not see the lonely crows perched on the wisteria in Datun Mountain
To the east, under the fence, the sorrow that the yellow chrysanthemum has lost spreads endlessly
It’s still cold in March, and the flowers are waiting to ask who is the real master?
April grass is deep in the garden, accompanied by the serenity of spring to drink fresh water
Cai Ge tends to be willow silk, not to mention the dark green of Chitai
Afterglow in the evening, swaying calmly in the unnamed red glow
The fragrance and spiritual energy of the water swamp invades the fairy’s home, and the thick buds smile and eat the spring flavor of the fragrance
The tree is a little bit, and the boarding bird is silent
your breath, love
Quiet as opium flower language is short and rapid, quiet as opium flower language is short and rapid
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To resist a little dust from the evening dew, I walked out of the Datun Mountain Wisteria along the blue and white stone plan
Once, looking through the loneliness offered by the heart outside the wall
Saying goodbye to bathing tenderness is not important anymore
Now they’re frivolous, now they’re not frivolous
Like a bird’s noise, the smoke flies away
Can’t hear, bees and butterflies in the stone house
How many winds blowing flowers? Only then did I move this garden full of delicate words
During the banquet, the wind blowing the skirt was so unwilling to say goodbye
Spring! who will come
Drunk on this wisteria song after another? Drunk on this wisteria song after another?
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by Dr. Tzemin Ition Tsai, Taiwan(China)