(Whatever Poetry) : ER HU


  In each stringsIn every melodiesThere is a flowing riverAlong with crysantheum aroma Streams and flowsAs when the Er Hu playedSometimes…It is melodiousBrings us into the ultimate dreamAu milieu de la paixBetween mountaineous loveBetween fragrant relaxing riversSometimes….It is also unpredictableAs if an anger tempered waveAnd stormy windSlow…Middle…Harsh….Then….Fading as the Er Hu is over…    …