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To the New Bride: Meditations on Autumn and Nostalgia
and worse yet, slanting wind and fine rain weave a tangled web of grief.
With aging eyes that viewed the four seas as empty, I am saved only by this hundred-foot tower,
looking out over the vast and surging autumn hues of a thousand cliffs.
As a white-haired scholar, my tears for the Divine Land are filled with desolation,
yet I will not let them fall like Duke Jing wept upon Niu Mountain.
I chase bygone days, but they depart without a trace;
in my youth, I prided myself on a brush that could pierce the clouds.
Now, all spring blossoms have fallen away, and my heart is filled with dreariness.
I have always resented how worldly minds lack fresh inspiration,
endlessly praising the eccentric guests of the Southern Dynasties,
clutching their tattered caps and fishing them out year after year.
If I face the yellow chrysanthemums and fail to drink my wine,
I fear even the chrysanthemums would mock my solitary sorrow.
The wild geese fly northward, and the sun sinks into the west.
更那堪、斜風細雨,亂愁如織。
老眼平生空四海,賴有高樓百尺。
看浩蕩、千崖秋色。
白髮書生神州淚,盡淒涼、不向牛山滴。
追往事,去無跡。
少年自負凌雲筆。
到而今、春華落盡,滿懷蕭瑟。
常恨世人新意少,愛說南朝狂客。
把破帽、年年拈出。
若對黃花孤負酒,怕黃花、也笑人岑寂。
鴻北去,日西匿。
Even how bear, slanting wind fine rain, tangled sorrow like weaving
Old eyes all life empty four seas, rely upon high tower hundred feet
Look vast, thousand cliffs autumn colors
White hair scholar Divine Land tears, all desolate, not toward Niu Mountain drop
Chase past events, gone without trace
Youth self-confident surpassing cloud brush
Reach now, spring blossoms fall exhausted, full bosom desolate
Always hate worldly people new meaning few, love speak Southern Dynasties crazy guests
Take broken hat, year after year pick out
If face yellow flowers fail wine, fear yellow flowers, also laugh people lonely
Wild geese north go, sun west hide