春思
李白

燕草如碧丝， 秦桑低绿枝。
当君怀归日， 是妾断肠时。
春风不相识， 何事入罗帏。
　
IN SPRING
Li Bai

Your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
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