Raindrops on the grass
Sprouts emerging
One day extends
Forever it seems
A single day
The wind stirs the willow
And its pendant threads
One branch intermingled
With another
A sense of sorrow
Alone descends on
A man’s brow
The course of spring
Otherwise seems
Unconcerned
And so he reaches
To fill his wine cup
Madly he sings
As a fit of laughter
Comes with it
春日有感
孟郊
雨滴草芽出
一日长一日
风吹柳线垂
一枝连一枝
独有愁人颜
经春如等闲
且持酒满杯
狂歌狂笑来
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