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风萧萧兮秋气深，Strong tang of Autumn with leaves
rustling,
美人千里兮独沉吟。A beauty mutters
alone.
望故乡兮何处？Looking up to the faraway
hometown,
倚栏杆兮涕沾襟。Tears wet the handkerchief leaning against the
baluster.
山迢迢兮水长，So far away it
is,
照轩窗兮明月光。Moonlight shines on the
window.
耿耿不寐兮银河渺茫，being troubledkeeps me
sleepless,
罗衫怯怯兮风露凉。Dress feels
cool.
子之遭兮不自由，Unfree
stroy,
予之遇兮多烦忧。Troublesome experience.
之子与我兮心焉相投，Wonderyou share the same with
me,
思古人兮俾无尤。No wonder I remember the
ancients.
人生斯世兮如轻尘，Life is like light
dust,
天上人间兮感夙因。Caught by unavoidable
destiny.
感夙因兮不可惙，Keep
onworrying,
素心如何天上月。How plain heart aspeaceful as the
moonlight.
Remark
Crimson Grass is one
character in Chinese classics namedA Dream of
Rred Mansions.
Thepoem
was composed and sung by Crimson Grass when she played the koto. I
just translated it in English.
The night was silent, my
heart falling to a bottomless abyss.
After picking up
asuccession of failing to hunt a way for a living
for months, with the worse that the latestand
also the last three blows actually happended in one
day,a deep languor had succeeded this passionate
struggle. I resolved not todo the worthless try
any more. All passer-bys regarded me introvert in all kinds of
words, such as overprotected, willful,cold and
melancholy. Of course, I admited that I am not capable
enough.
I have to reflect on the
value of my education from the parents, the schools, the society
and myself, andat leastI don't
thinkI am a failure. Introvert just revealed a
man's temperament naturally. "A wise soul with suffering will shed
a kind of marvelous brilliance. "A well-known
literary man describedCrimson
Grassin such words. I could not say that I shared
the sameexperience with Crimson Grass, but I
deeply realized the words.
It went back to
theearly Spring of 2002. Everything
changedas the pitiless cancer took my father
away. I had to learn to be strong and independent even it was
incredibly difficult to a spoiled children.The
unwise choices of loveshowed it well in the
following years. I have been living in a idealistic space with
aesthetic nature about the world which could be as true, simple and
tolerantas my character.It
seems that I still can not adapt myself to the society.
"I wish I could have wings
and fly with flowers to end of the sky."
Thecommon heart was revealed in the poem, But
what's the next even It doesn't exist?
"Where's the end-result of
the flowers at the end of the sky?"
Beauty fades like a
flower.
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