In our back yard,

there is no tree planted.

We have grown grass and rose,

Nothing blocks the horizon but a fence.

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It stands there for years,

faded in colors;

once we planed to pull it up,

but fear the wind and Forget-Me-Not.

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The fence is the barrier outside,

But inside,Forget-Me-Not may be scattered,

When they grow wildly,

the garden is in a mess.

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Now and then,

our memory is the unpredictable wind,

it slips into a locked corner;

blows the Forget-Me-Not .

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If we let the wild seeds be,

No fence can hold up.

So now and then,

we trim both sides.

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痴草疯去处,

庭院树影疏.

篱空断幽浮.

瘦风恨难度.

日久色渐枯,

杂蔓沿隙出,

唯有拾旧步,

劳作去青芜.