昨夜西风凋碧树,独上高楼,望尽天涯路。 · Last night the western wind blew withered leaves off trees.Far from home,I mount the tower high,and strain my longing eye.· Last night,west winds withered the plants and trees. Far from home,I mount the tower alone,looking far out to the seas. (Yan Shu [991-1055]: A poem to the tune of “Butterflies over Flowers”) |