Wearing a glove,
Cause the other of the pair is lost,
So you are naked,
in one hand.
Write one article,
Pat one child,
Cook one gorgeous dinner.
Keeping the trousers,
But nothing on the chest.
Cause the weather makes you tempered,
Crazily.
Unseen on the legs,
Seen through on the hearts,
Half-seen over the skins.
What do you want to hide?
Then it could be hidden.
Bearing the innocence, half of it.
Suffering from righteousness, half of it.
Trusting the truth, half of it.
We are divided into halves.
Then half-naked would be an exquisite decoration,
Like a half-bloomed dead flower.
Wang Qian
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