Spring Day
Peach blossoms are red, willow catkins white,
Shimmering in the sun and swaying in the wind;
Their shape emerges beyond the vermilion walls,
Their fragrance goes back to the blue hall.
Mirrored in the water, parasitic bamboos,
Lying across the hill, a half-dead paulownia tree;
The list of awardees announced, I realize the great bounty;
Grasping my writing tablet, I am chagrined by my paltry talent.
Shimmering in the sun and swaying in the wind;
Their shape emerges beyond the vermilion walls,
Their fragrance goes back to the blue hall.
Mirrored in the water, parasitic bamboos,
Lying across the hill, a half-dead paulownia tree;
The list of awardees announced, I realize the great bounty;
Grasping my writing tablet, I am chagrined by my paltry talent.
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