200曲江二首其一

Twisting River I When a single petal falls away, it diminishes spring, as breeze whirls thousands of flecks it makes a man most sad. Just watch the while, till almost gone, blossoms passing the eyes, do not deplore[1] that harm is great when ale comes in the lips. At the river’s side a small manor offers nests for kingfishers, by high tomb barrows[2] edging the park the unicorns lie down. Investigate finely the pattern of things, we must take our pleasure now— what use to let insubstantial fame fetter[3] this body of mine? 单词释义 [1] deplore [dɪˈplɔː] v. 公开谴责; 强烈反对; [2] barrow [ˈbærəʊ] n. 古坟; 古冢; [3] fetter [ˈfetə(r)] v. 束缚; 限制，抑制(某人的自由);