Away! You ,Lord of Plague
东山 译
Poplars and willows plentiful in the vernal wind,
Six hundred millions are all saints like Shun and Yao.
Peach flowers swirl in waves at our wishes,
And green hills become bridges as we desired.
Shining picks fall on the Five Ridges heavenly high,
And our iron arms rock the earth and three rivers.
Lord of Plague, may I ask, where could you flee pellmell to?
Paper boats and candles are burnt blazing to the sky.
(原载《海外南开人》108期, 08/25/2016)
美日菲导演的“南海仲裁”只是一张废纸!
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