远远游蜂不记家,数行新柳自啼鸦,寻思旧事即天涯。
睡起有情和画卷,燕归无语傍人斜,晚风吹落小瓶花。 Silk-Washing Stream
A Spring Day Liu Chenweng Far away the bees roam without knowing their home; On a few new shoots of willow trees the crows cry. I think of the days gone by as far as the end of the sky. Awake from sleep, I roll up my dream with my scroll. The silent swallows come back in slanting sunrays; The evening wind blows down flowers in a vase. |
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