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Song of Wandering Through Spring: Beyond the Chu Imperial Park
warm threads of catkins drift, and spring thoughts weave a tangled web.
Swallows and orioles keep their trysts, while passionate longing lingers
aminst the deep green and hidden crimson.
Fragrant dust blows, drifting across the veil of space.
Ten miles of clamor rise, with clashing strings and clustered flutes.
All the painted boats have pressed toward Xiling,
leaving half the lake's springtime entirely idle.
Along the willow-bordered path,
fresh mist condenses into emerald shades.
Below the curtains, delicate moth-brow shapes are reflected,
while horsemen roam the embankments in leisurely pride.
A light dusk gathers the lingering chill,
fearing that the pear-blossom clouds freeze in dreams,
and the apricot fragrance is veiled in sorrow.
Songs and flutes answer the solemnity of the Cold Food Festival,
yet how to endure the butterfly's grievance in the silent night?
Across the entire lake, broken moonlight trembles upon the flowers—
how could one bear to turn away and leave?
燕約鶯期,惱芳情偏在,翠深紅隙。
漠漠香塵隔。
沸十里、亂弦叢笛。
看畫船,盡入西泠,閒卻半湖春色。
柳陌。
新煙凝碧。
映簾底宮眉,堤上游勒。
輕暝籠寒,怕梨雲夢冷,杏香愁冪。
歌管酬寒食。
奈蝶怨、良宵岑寂。
正滿湖、碎月搖花,怎生去得。
warm silk feeling catkins, spring thoughts like weaving.
Swallow appointments oriole dates, vexing fragrant passion especially in,
green deep red crevices.
Remote fragrant dust separated.
Seething ten miles, chaotic strings clustered flutes.
Watching painted boats, all entering Xiling, left idle half lake spring colors.
Willow pathways.
New smoke condenses emerald.
Reflecting curtain base palace brows, embankment upper roaming riders.
Light dusk cages cold, fearing pear cloud dream cold, apricot fragrance sorrow veil.
Song pipes repay Cold Food festival.
How about butterfly resentment, beautiful night lonely silent.
Just full lake, broken moon shaking flowers, how can go get.