汉魏六朝诗三百首(续)/折杨柳

杨柳乱成丝，

Wang Rongpei

When the willows dangle to and fro,

攀折上春时。

叶密鸟飞碍，

Wang Rongpei

I break the willow twigs in early spring. Amid dense leaves the birds can hardly go;

风轻花落迟。

城高短箫发，

Wang Rongpei

And in the breeze the blooms are on the wing. From towering walls, melodies flute resound;

林空画角悲。

曲中无别意，

Wang Rongpei

In barren woods, sad bugle music blends. The songs express not much that is profound;