花开花落一年中， 惜残红， 怨东风。 恼煞纷纷， 如雪扑帘栊。 坐对飞花花事了， 春又去， 太匆匆。
惜花有恨与谁同？ 晓妆慵， 忒愁侬。 燕子来时， 红雨已濛濛。 尽有春愁衔不去， 无端底， 是游蜂。
Jiang cheng zi: Fallen Flowers Gu
Taiqing
Flowers
bloom, flowers fall, all in the same year. I
pity the faded reds And
blame the east wind, They
vex me so, these fallen petals aplenty; Like
snow flurries pelting at the curtained window. o
sit watching whirling blossoms flower-gazing time is past. Spring
again is gone Far
too hastily!
With
whom can I share my grief in pitying the flowers? Too
lazy for my morning make-up, So
overpowering is my sorrow. When
the swallows return, A
crimson shower falling east of my painted chamber. Lying
everywhere, the spring grief cannot be pecked away; So
utterly thoughtless Are
the wandering honeybees.
（Irving Y. Lo 译） |
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