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Celebration of Palace Spring: Gazing at the High Pavilion
I call my allied gulls; they flutter, poised to descend, then turn away to skim the treetops.
That night we turned back, rocking through cloud and snow, a solitary skiff launching into the dark.
Heartbroken to see once more those dim eyebrow mountains, their indigo traces weighing low.
In the Fragrance-Gathering Path the spring chill lingers; this aging wanderer spins and dances, singing alone with no one to reply.
Gazing west toward the Draped Rainbow bridge, I drift away in free withdrawal—such lifelong ardor is hard to stem.
Wine wears off, the waters stretch far; right now my thoughts fix on bright, silk-clad feet.
Where are they now? Only the railing remains, keeping company with a man for a fleeting moment.
呼我盟鷗,翩翩欲下,揹人還過木末。
那回歸去,蕩雲雪、孤舟夜發。
傷心重見,依約眉山,黛痕低壓。
採香徑裏春寒,老子婆娑,自歌誰答。
垂虹西望,飄然引去,此興平生難遏。
酒醒波遠,政凝想、明素襪。
如今安在,唯有闌干,伴人一霎。
Calling my alliance gulls, fluttering they wish to descend, turning their backs on man they pass over treetops.
That time returning back, rocking clouds and snow, a solitary boat setting forth by night.
Grieving to see again, dimly perceived eyebrow mountains, dark-green traces hanging low and pressing.
Inside the Fragrance-Gathering Path spring is cold, this old man dances in a whirl, singing to himself who responds?
Gazing west toward the Draped Rainbow, floating away he withdraws, this impulse of a lifetime is hard to check.
Wine sobering, the waves are distant, right now fixing thoughts upon bright white silk socks.
Where are they now, only the balustrade, accompanying a person for a brief moment.