介绍:
Expressing What Has Stirred Me
Jizi is a fine boy,
last year was when he learned to speak.
He asked the names of our visitors
and was able to recite his old man’s poems.
I pity his being so young in the turmoil of the times,
the household poor, he looks to his mother’s love.
I didn’t succeed in taking him to Deergate,
and I can’t expect something tied to a wild goose’s foot.
Heaven and Earth are filled with army signal banners,
among mountains and rivers battle bugles[1] mourn.
If only I get back and don’t lose him,
I wouldn’t ever put off the day to see him.
单词释义
[1] bugle [ˈbjuːɡl] vt. 吹号; 吹喇叭吹号集合;
