Sighs of Autumn Rain (1)
Rain in small plants autumn rot die Steps under jueming colour fresh Branch leaf full stem green feather canopy Blossom innumerable yellow gold money Cool wind sough and sigh blow you hard Fear you after now hard stand alone Hall above scholar free white head Face wind three smell fragrance weep
In autumn rain, the grasses rot and die, Below the steps, the jueming's colour is fresh. Full green leaves cover the stems like feathers, And countless flowers bloom like golden coins. The cold wind, moaning, blows against you fiercely, I fear that soon you'll find it hard to stand. Upstairs the scholar lets down his white hair, He faces the wind, breathes the fragrance, and weeps.