166得家书

Getting a Letter from Home I counted on a traveler to send one, coming back, he was entrusted with a letter from home. Today I got the news, that they are living there where they were before. Luckily there is nothing wrong with Xiong’er, but Jizi is the one I dote on most. Approaching old age, my loneliness in travel is extreme, pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote. With graying hair I scurry[1] in the tent palace, appointed, I attend on the phoenix-belled palanquin. The north palace towers are filled with demon vapors, but on the western meadows the white dew begins. A cool wind, wild geese newly passing, with autumn rains fish will be born. Farming in those deserted mountains— in reflection on what has happened, at last I’ll shoulder a hoe. 单词释义 [1] scurry [ˈskʌri] v. 碎步疾跑;