英译
作者:佚名
Pure, Serene MusicWang Anguo
Spring cannot be retained,Though orioles have exhausted their song.The ground is strewn with fallen reds like brocade stained.The southern garden washed by rain all the night long.
For the first time the songstress plucks the pipa string;At dawn her yearning soars into the sky.The painted ha...
英译
作者:佚名
Ruan Lang GuiYan Jidao
In the sky-kissing palmAutumnal dew has turned to frost.The clouds send off the wild geeseThat in a symbolic array fly.Green wine and red sleeves invite the ninth moon ninth,Things here differ little from my home town.
I wear purple orchids in my dress,I pin yellow chrysanthemums on my hair:To old...