介绍:
Water Melody
(林语堂)
How rare the moon,
so round and clear!
With cup in hand,
I ask of the serene sky,
"I do not know in the celestial sphere
What year this festive night goes by?"
I want to fly home, riding the air,
But fear the ethereal cold up there,
The jade and crystal mansions are so high!
Dancing to my shadow,
I feel no longer the mortal tie.
She rounds the vermilion tower,
Stoops to silk-pad doors,
Shines on those who sleepless lie.
Why does she, bearing us no grudge,
Shine upon our parting, reunion deny?
But rare is perfect happiness.
So men meet and say goodbye.
The moon does wax,
and the moon does wane,
I only pray our life be long,
And our souls together heavenward fly!
