春草（一）

                                                            山有林兮木有枝，

                                                            闲愁满腹化成痴。

                                                            惘然若失问归燕，

                                                            故地花开迟不迟？

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                                                                  春草（二）

                                                            头茬斩去二茬生，

                                                            视死如归自恣横。

                                                            倘有一丝根本在，

                                                            它朝得雨似潮倾。