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Saying Goodbye to Cambridge again 　　　　Xu Zhimo Very quietly I take my leave, As quietly as I came here; Quietly I wave goodbye To the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the riverside Are young bridges in the setting sun; Their reflections on the shimmering waves Always linger in the depth of my heart. The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely under the water, In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I would be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm trees Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky; Shattered to pieces among the duck weeds Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream.  To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream To where the green grass is more verdant; Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight and sing aloud in the splendor of starlight. But I cannot sing aloud: Quietness is my farewell music; Even summer in sects keep silence for me; Silent is Cambridge tonight! Very quietly I take my leave, As quietly as I came here; Gently I flick my sleeves, Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away. Snow ---to the tune of Qin Yuan Chun Mao Zedong North country scene: A hundred leagues locked in ice, A thousand leagues of whirling snow, Both sides of the Great Wall One single white immensity. The yellow rivers swift current Is stilled from end to end. The mountains dance like silver snakes And the highlands charge like wax-hued elephants, Vying with heaven in stature, On a fine day, The land, Clad in white, adorned in red, Grows more enchanting. This land so rich in beauty Has made countless heroes bow in homage. But alas! Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi Were lacking in litrary grace, And Tang Taizong and Song Taizu; Had little poetry in their souls; And Genghis khan, Proud son of Heaven for a day, Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched. All are past and gone! Look to this age along. I HAVE A DREAM Martin Luther King,Jr.August 28, 1963 …. I say to you today, my friends, so even though we