绿柳垂绦，堤下波不兴。缺月漏影流不走？可叹鱼儿也怠。
轻风今夜失陪，长空不闻鸿雁，惟有柳梢红袖，灯下凝颂雅风。

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed --
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

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[此贴子已经被作者于2006-9-14 19:48:38编辑过]

你去死啦，讨厌