白居易
離離原上草,
一歲一枯榮。
野火燒不盡,
春風吹又生。
遠芳侵古道,
晴翠接荒城。
又送王孫去,
萋萋滿別情。
Bai Juyi
Verdant and lush grass on the plain,
Shrivels and thrives each year again.
Wild fire cannot kill it at all,
Spring breezes will bring it back tall.
To th’ ages-old path, it trails down,
Then crawls to a deserted town.
On this friend-re-seeing-off day,
With parting sentiment it sways.