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The setting sun lowers the hills so the moon could hang high<\/p>\n
After my nap I stroll around the river banks my spirit delight<\/p>\n
Frosty winds have stripped trees in a thousand woods bare<\/p>\n
Leaning on my staff I count how many heron\u2019s nests are there
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\u00a0<\/b>Winter (3)<\/b>\u00a0 \u5c4b\u4e0a\u6dfb\u9ad8\u4e00\u628a\u8305\uff0c\u5bc6\u6ce5\u623f\u58c1\u4f3c\u50e7\u5bee\u3002 Adding a layer of rushes to my roof the house looks taller<\/p>\n With clay-cast on the walls it is now warm as a monk dweller<\/p>\n Who cares how winds outside tear and roar<\/p>\n Lying in bed I enjoy the flute music from next door<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winter (4) \u677e\u8282\u7136\u818f\u5f53\u70db\u7b3c\uff0c\u51dd\u70df\u5982\u58a8\u6697\u623f\u680a\uff1b Burning pine cream for light is better than candles<\/p>\n Smoke aroma scents the room and blackens the portico<\/p>\n At dusk I cleaned the paper cover of the south window<\/p>\n The setting sun sends in red rays the brilliance double<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winter (6) \u653e\u8239\u5f00\u770b\u96ea\u5c71\u6674\uff0c\u98ce\u5b9a\u5947\u5bd2\u665a\u66f4\u51dd\u3002 I put away my boat to appreciate the hills in snow<\/p>\n Eves are severely cold when winds calm and still<\/p>\n Sitting quietly I hear peals and jades breaking like music<\/p>\n Little do I know sheets of ice are forming on the lake<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winter (7) \u62e8\u96ea\u6311\u6765\u8e0f\u5730\u83d8\uff0c\u5473\u5982\u871c\u85d5\u66f4\u80a5\u91b2\u3002 Wiping away the snow we collect the cabbage on frosty ground<\/p>\n It tastes succulent like lotus roots sweet and round<\/p>\n Rich folks in big mansions know only meat on their tables<\/p>\n They regard this heavenly vegetable only as eatable<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winter (8) \u69be\u67ee\u65e0\u70df\u96ea\u591c\u957f\uff0c\u5730\u7089\u7168\u9152\u6696\u5982\u6c64\u3002 Warmed by short wood logs the snowy night is long<\/p>\n Buried under earth a jar of wine is hot as broth<\/p>\n Don\u2019t blame the old wife preparing no fine food<\/p>\n Smiling she fetches roasted taros and chestnuts smelling good<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winter (12) \u6751\u5df7\u51ac\u5e74\u89c1\u4fd7\u60c5\uff0c\u90bb\u7fc1\u8bb2\u793c\u62dc\u67f4\u8346\u3002 Year-end lore and customs are vivid in village lanes as usual<\/p>\n Neighbourly visits are showing their special rituals<\/p>\n Old men don on long gowns white as snow<\/p>\n They proudly tell the cloth comes from the house loom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u8fb2\u66c6\u7678\u5df3\u5e74\u5341\u65e5\u521d\u4e94(2013.11.07)\u7acb\u51ac Winter (1) tr.by SL Kong; calligraphy by T.C.Lai \u659c\u65e5\u4f4e\u5c71\u7247\u6708\u9ad8\uff0c\u7761\u4f59\u884c\u836f\u7ed5\u6c5f\u90ca\u3002 \u971c\u98ce\u6363\u5c3d\u5343\u6797\u53f6\uff0c\u95f2\u501a\u7b47\u679d\u6570\u9e73\u5de2\u3002 The setting sun lowers the hills so the moon could hang high After my nap I stroll around the river banks my spirit delight Frosty winds have stripped trees … Continue reading <\/a><\/b><\/p>\n
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