叶子攀不住枯黯的枝枒 纷纷奔向清晨微寒的潭心 有人打伞自多露的湖畔走过 只听见右侧林中跳下一颗 松子，惊声喊道
你就这样来了吗？涟漪 和回声都流连在空荡的水面上 一些浮萍忽然站了起来 留下山的倒影明晰地吻着雨后 蔚蓝的天空，而秋是深得更深了
Ten Lines: Autumn Xiang
Yang
Unable
to hold on to the dry branches, Leaves
tumble to the morning-chilled pond. A
man with an umbrella walks past the dewy lake, Listens
to a pine-cone drop from the right of the woods, Calls
out in surprise:
“Is
this the way you come?” Ripples
and echoes linger on the hollow surface of water, Duckweed
stands abrupt, leaving the clear mountain reflections To
kiss the sky, blue after rain. This
is deep, deep autumn now.
（Dominic Cheung 译） |
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