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Flying Frosty Leaves: Meditations on Double Ninth
A heart weighed down where slanting sunbeams bleed
Through frost-rimed boughs. Half a flask of autumn water poured
To yellow blossoms, drenched in western wind and rain.
Though jade-bit reins might fly on swift-winged flight,
Who now laments this desolate old mound?
I recall drunkenly roaming South Screen, when silken fans grew hoarse
And weary cicadas dreamed away the hours, heedless of passing youth.
Now idly facing festival cups, with dusty paper and worm-eaten brushes,
For a full year I have been too weary to complete a broken song.
The crescent toad's slant shadow shifts the eastern hedge,
And chilling nights are filled with lingering cricket sighs.
Early white hair springs from ten thousand threads of sorrow;
A sudden gale whisks my black gauze cap away.
Let me idly gaze upon the dogwood sprays,
And vow to climb next year where emerald peaks arise.
關心事,斜陽紅隱霜樹。
半壺秋水薦黃花,香西風雨。
縱玉勒、輕飛迅羽。
淒涼誰吊荒臺古。
記醉蹋南屏,彩扇咽、寒蟬倦夢,不知蠻素。
聊對舊節傳杯,塵箋蠹管,斷闋經歲慵賦。
小蟾斜影轉東籬,夜冷殘蛩語。
早白髮、緣愁萬縷。
驚飆從卷烏紗去。
漫細將、茱萸看,但約明年,翠微高處。
Matters of concern, the slanting sun glows redly hidden in frost-covered trees.
Half a pot of autumn water offered to yellow chrysanthemums, fragrant in western wind and rain.
Though jade bits rein, lightly flying with swift feathers.
Desolate, who mourns the ancient desolate terrace?
Remembering drunkenly treading South Screen, colorful fans choked, cold cicadas weary in dreams, not knowing Mansu.
Casually facing the old festival passing cups, dusty notes and bookworm-eaten brushes, broken songs for a year lazy to compose.
Little toad's slanting shadow turns the eastern hedge, night grows cold with lingering cricket chatter.
Early white hair, because of sorrow ten thousand strands.
Sudden gale blows the black gauze cap away.
Idlely carefully taking dogwood to look, only promising next year, at the high green mountain summit.