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untitled 1 The cold earth sleeps in the low places, A gloomy sky glows high above. The breath of night, like death, under the setting moon The sound is chilling, From ice caves to snowfields, Wander around. 2 The winter hedges are black, The green grass is gone, Birds perch in the bosom of the bare-branched bramble, The roots of the trees on the side of the road are entangled and handed over, Connecting what they only see Cracks formed by the severe cold. 3 The bright light of the moon will be extinguished, Your eyes are illuminated; Like a dim phosphorescent clump above a lazy river,

Where the moon shone dimly; Your black hair blows in the night wind, The moonlight dyes it yellow. 4 The moon makes your lips pale, The wild wind chills your breast, The night pours the frozen dew on your fair head, Where you lie, dear, The bitter breath of the naked sky Feel free to visit anytime. November 1815 Translated by Jiang Feng