鲁迅·《赠画师》英译

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愿乞画家新意匠，只研朱墨作春山。

一九三三年

To a Painter

Lu Xun

The wind from the capital darkens the forest;

Under dark skies the flowers all die.

Could you devise a new kind of art,

And use red ink to paint spring mountains?

1933