赵善庆·《凭栏人·春日怀古》英译

铜雀台空锁暮云，

金谷园荒成路尘。

转头千载春，

断肠几辈人。

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Meditation on Antiquity on a Spring Day

to the tune of Person Leaning on the Railing

Zhao Shanqing

Evening clouds stroll over the Brass Phoenix Tower,

Deserted Golden Valley Garden is buried in dust deep.

One thousand springs have passed like a sudden shower,

Generation after generation, heart-broken people are heard to weep.