随机展示

沅钧

曾映清泉照月明，
人来汲我夜初平。
一瓢活水分凉梦，
半面残光照旧情。
弃后尘侵苔自长，
风前影断响还轻。
他时若问声何在，
犹在深林一滴清。

英文版：The One Who Has Not Gone

Once I held the moon—
its image trembled in the well.
Hands came, drew water,
and the night grew calm again.
Half a dream