何逊·《咏春风》英译

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镜前飘落粉，琴上响余声。

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Ode to the Spring Wind

He Xun

It is audible but shapeless,

Now with hardness and now softness.

Blowing off the powder falling before a maid’s mirror,

Sending far and near the lingering sound of the zither.