介绍:
Recalling My Baby Son
In spring Jizi is still parted from me,
songs of orioles now are thick in the warmth.
Since parting I am shocked by the season’s change,
with whom can I talk about how clever you are?
Water of a stream, road in deserted mountains,
Ramshackle[1] gate, a village with old trees.
Recalling him, I’m so sad I can only sleep,
sunning my back on the porch[2] under clear skies.
单词释义
[1] ramshackle [ˈræmʃækl] adj. 摇摇欲坠的; 破烂不堪的;
[2] porch [pɔːtʃ] n. 门廊; 门厅;
