Spring in prime, breeze light, willows leaning. Looking afar, trench half filled, city fully blooming. Drizzles dimming all houses.
After Hanshi, waking from drinking, not to mention homeland, but brew new tea for you. Wine and poetry suit each minute.
Spring still in its prime,
Waving in the breeze are the willows trim.
To take a look at the Detached Platform I climb:
Th' town's full of spring and th' trench is about to brim,
Though countless households th' mist and th' rain bedim.
After Cold-Food Day,
I sign and lament when sobre from wine.
About old home to old friends you just nothing say,
To start a new fire and make new tea 'tis fine:
It is to youth that verse and wine incline.
Yesterday I happend to read this poem writen by SuShi ,and read it over and over again.I realized I love it. Now i want to extract it to share with friends.
Spring is not yet old:
Its breezes gentle,blowing the willow twigs aslant.
I ascend ,tentatively, the Transcendence Terrace,
And see half-filled moats and a city of flowers
While ,at times, a misty drizzle darkens the houses.
Cold Food Day over,
Now I am sober,but it brings sighs.
Do not reminisce over the old country with old acquaintance;
Instead, build a new fire to brew new tea.
To enjoy poetry and wine ,take advantage of your prime.
