398.My parting grief is boundless when the sun hangs low

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Eastward I point my whip and far away I’ll go.The fallen blossoms are not an unfeeling thing,Though turned to mud,they’d quicken flowers’growth next spring.（许渊冲）—(Qing)Gong Zizhen,Miscellanies of the Year 1839,V浩瀚离愁白日斜，吟鞭东指即天涯。落红不是无情物，化 ......（本文共 231 字 ）     [阅读本文] >>


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