In my youth, I had never known the taste of grief
But I liked to haunt senior From the top balconies
which to write new poems, I forced myself
singing imaginary sorrows.
Today I drank sorrow to the dregs
I want to talk, but I am silent
And if I open my mouth, only to say
"The air is fresh, what a beautiful fall! "
Xin Qiji
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