唐诗 LONG, LONG THE PATHWAY TO COLD HILL 杳杳寒山道

LONG, LONG THE PATHWAY TO COLD HILL
HAN SHAN
 

Long, long the pathway to Cold Hill;

Drear, drear the waterside so chill.

Chirp¹, chirp, I often hear the bird;

Mute, mute, nobody says a word.

Gust² by gust winds caress³ my face;

Flake⁴ on flake snow covers all trace.

From day to day the sun won't swing;

From year to year I know no spring.

杳杳寒山道
寒山
杳杳寒山道，落落冷涧滨。
啾啾常有鸟，寂寂更无人。
淅淅风吹面，纷纷雪积身。
朝朝不见日，岁岁不知春。

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