307.忆昔锄禾 [老丁双语诗]
少小锄禾一水旁，炎炎夏日叹悠长。
夕阳总是迟迟落，斜映炊烟过土房。 307.Recalling Hoeing Up Weeds in the
Past [Old
Ding's Bilingual Poems] When small by a stream I hoed up
weeds, While sighing over the long hot summer
days!
The setting sun sank so slowly
always, Shining on the cooking smoke passing the mud
houses.
