本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 22:50 编辑
Seek, search; so lonely, so quiet; doleful, rueful, and woeful.
When it just turns warm, yet still chill, it’s hardest to be restful.
Two or three cups of light wine, how to fend the evening gale so fast?
I feel heart-broken as the wild geese, my old acquaintance, fly past.
Seek, search; so lonely, so quiet; so woeful, so rueful, so distressful.
When it just turns warm, yet still chill, it’s hardest to be restful.
Two or three cups of light wine, how to fend the evening wind so powerful?
As the wild geese, my old acquaintance, fly past, I feel ever so sorrowful.
|