《 声声慢 》 作者: 李清照 寻寻觅觅,冷冷清清,凄凄惨惨戚戚。乍暖还寒时候,最难将息。三杯两盏淡酒,怎敌他、晚来风急?雁过也,正伤心,却是旧时相识。
满地黄花堆积,憔悴损,如今有谁堪摘?守著窗儿,独自怎生得黑?梧桐更兼细雨,到黄昏、点点滴滴。这次第,怎一个愁字了得?
英译:by 沐岚
Seeking and searching, Quiet and empty, My heart feels so melancholy and lonely.
It comes the season Of alternating warmth with coldness Yet I’m not wont to fit.
Could cups of thin wine Truly make me warmer, In such an evening cold and windy?
Across the sky the wild geese flapping away, How wistful I am watching them to leave, Alas! They might be the old I knew of.
On the ground the yellow flowers piling up, How desolate I am seeing them wither and decay, Is there one left fresh for picking?
By the window yearning for the darkness, I watch the eventide gather up just inch by inch.
The drizzle, the phoenix tree, Vague and rhythmical, I hear the droplets driping on the leaves.
This moment, this dusk, My feeling grows Far beyond ‘sad’.
2015-10-05
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