红河谷或许,我已将那个壮阔的青山绿野,在即将到来的绛紫曙色里,反复画成一叶秀逸的轻舟,不停对着它出神地欣赏。直面袒露的河谷,有一个远行者也开始伫望一段深严的静默。那灿烂的花香和高高的岩壁,那缓缓落下的西山和堂堂的红日,正一幕一幕地杂沓奔驰,频频问安。在这些娇花嫩叶里,唱着比冬天更粗粝 Red River Valley Perhaps, I have that magnificent green mountains and green fields, in the coming purple dawn, repeatedly painted into a Yoshihide Yasukuni, kept confiding in its dedication to appreciate. Facing the bare valley, a long walker also began to look down upon a deep silence. That splendid flowers and tall rock walls, the slowly falling Western Hills and dignified red sun, are acting side by side Mercedes-Benz, frequently asked. In these delicate leaves, singing is thicker than in winter