103叹庭前甘菊花

Sighing Over the Sweet Chrysanthemums in the Yard Sweet chrysanthemums before my eaves, transplanted too late, on the Double Ninth I couldn’t bring myself to pick their green blooms. The next day in the dreary[1], whistling winds I sober up entirely; their last flowers rich with color blossom to what end? Beside the hedge and in the wilds are many fragrant flowers, gathering the least of these in gown’s folds they are brought into the hall. I brood[2] how these plants in vain grew large in branch and leaf— they put down roots in the wrong place, surrounded by wind and frost. 单词释义 [1] dreary [ˈdrɪəri] adj. 令人沮丧的; 沉闷的; 枯燥无味的; [2] brood [bruːd] v. 焦虑，忧思(使人厌烦、担忧或不安的事);