25冬日有怀李白

Thoughts of Li Bai on a Winter Day In the solitary[1] stillness of my study I think of you alone all morning. Again I hunt down the story of the fine tree and do not forget the Poem on the horn-bow. Wind and frost enter your short homespun[2] clothes, for days and months your refining cinnabar is protracted. I have no way to go off following my whim, in vain there is the time to meet at Deergate. 单词释义 [1] solitary [ˈsɒlətri] adj. 独自的; 单独的; 孤单的; n. 独居者; 隐士; [2] homespun [ˈhəʊmspʌn] adj. 朴素的; 平常的; 家纺的; 家里制作的;