江上草芊芊， 春晚湘妃庙前。 一方卵色楚南天， 数行斜雁联翩。
独倚朱阑情不极， 魂断终朝相忆。 两桨不知消息， 远汀时起鸂鶒。
“Spirit of the Yellow River” (Ho-tu Shen) Sun
Kuang-hsien
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The
grass on the river bank is fresh green. It
is late spring by the shrine of the Hsiang-fei. The
southern sky of Ch’u is a pale-colored strip of blue. The
wild geese soar across in slanting formations.
Alone
I lean on a vermilion railing, my feelings endless. My
heart is breaking with memory all the day long. There
is no sign of oars bringing a boat this way. Wild
ducks hover in the air on a distant sand bar.
（Lois Fusek 译） |
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