| 释义 |
长安一片月,万户捣衣声。秋风吹不尽,总是玉关情。何日平胡虏,良人罢远征。 · The moon is above the city of Chang-an,| From ten thousand houses comes the sound of cloth-pounding; | The sad Autumn wind is soughing,and there is no end | To my thinking of you beyond the Jade Gate Pass. | When will the barbarian foe be vanquished,| And you,my beloved,return from the far battlefield?(Li Bai [701-762]: “The Ballads of the Four Seasons - Autumn”) |