介绍:
Facing the Moon on the Night of the Hundred and Fifth Day
Without my family I face cold food,
with tears like those metallic waves.
If you cut down the moon’s cassia[1],
I’m sure it would have even more clear light.
In separation the red blooms open,
I imagine her image, knitting dark brows.
Oxherd and Weaver have sad longings for naught,
but they can still cross the River of Stars at a date in autumn.
单词释义
[1]cassia [ˈkæsɪə] n. 桂皮，肉桂; 山扁豆属;
