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发表于 2008-9-2 13:09:00
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<p>While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.</p><p>You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.</p><p>And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two smallpeople,without dislike or suspicion.</p><p>At fourteen I married My Lord you.</p><p>I never laughed, being bashful.</p><p>Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.</p><p>Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.</p><p>At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.</p><p>Why should I climb the look out?</p><p>At sixteen you departed, You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months.</p><p>The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.</p><p>You dragged your feet when you went out.</p><p>By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away!</p><p>The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.</p><p>The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me.</p><p>I grow older.</p><p>If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-Sa.</p> |
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