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Touching the Fish: How Much More Can the Spring Withstand
In haste, the spring goes wandering back again.
We mourn the spring, always distressed that flowers blossom all too soon,
And now, countless fallen petals dye the ground.
Stay, O spring, remain.
They say the fragrant grasses at the rim of earth obscure the road to home.
The silent spring complains in vain.
Only the spider's web beneath the painted eaves is diligent,
Catching the drifting catkins through the empty day.
Like the Changmen palace grief, expected happy unions once again delayed.
Such slender, moth-browed beauty always draws the envious eye.
Though a thousand pieces of gold buy Sima Xiangru's rhapsody,
To whom can I pour out this stifled, secret sigh?
You must not dance on high.
Do you not see that Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Feiyan have turned to dust?
This idle sorrow is the bitterest pain of all.
Do not lean out upon the perilous towered height,
Where the slanting sun sinks down, and misty willows break the heart.
匆匆春又歸去。
惜春長恨花開早,何況落紅無數。
春且住。
見說道、天涯芳草迷歸路。
怨春不語。
算只有殷勤,畫檐珠網,盡日惹飛絮。
長門事,準擬佳期又誤。
蛾眉曾有人妒。
千金縱買相如賦,脈脈此情誰訴。
君莫舞。
君不見、玉環飛燕皆塵土。
閒愁最苦。
休去倚危樓,斜陽正在,煙柳斷腸處。
Hurriedly spring again departs.
Lamenting spring always regretting flowers opening early, how much more with falling reds countless.
Spring, for the moment stay.
Hearing it said, horizon's fragrant grasses confuse the homeward path.
Complaining spring does not speak.
Calculated only to have earnestness, painted eaves' pearl-webs, all day snare flying catkins.
Changmen affairs, expecting auspicious date again missed.
Moth eyebrows once had people envious.
Thousand gold even if buying Xiangru's fu, silently this feeling to whom recount.
You do not dance.
You do not see, Yuhuan and Feiyan both are dust and dirt.
Idle sorrow is most bitter.
Do not go lean on high tower, slanting sun is right there, misty willows heart-breaking place.