茅檐人静,蓬窗灯暗,春晚连江风雨。林莺巢燕总无声,但月夜、常啼杜宇。
催成清泪,惊残孤梦,又拣深枝飞去。故山犹自不堪听,况半世、飘然羁旅!
Immortal at the Magpie Bridge
Lu You
Under the thatched eaves all's still at night;
By the straw window flickers candlelight,
While wind and rain o'erspread the river in late spring.
Nor orioles nor swallows in their nests will sing,
But I hear the cuckoos' cry
Oft rend the moonlit sky.
Urging clear tears to stream
And startling me from lonely dream.
Away to deep-hidden branch they fly.
Even in native hills I could not stand their song,
Let alone after half my life drifting along. |
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