2016-04-15

雨過。。袁枚 poem

雨過山洗容 
雲來山入夢. 
雲雨自來往 
青山原不動.



Rain passed by
When the rain passes by, 
the mountain is like having a wash on her face.
When the cloud comes, 
the mountain is like entering into a white blanket and makes her dreams.
The cloud and the rain come and leave at their own wills,
the green mountain is always be there,
 it never moves  at all.

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