Liu Jixu
On a road outreaching the white clouds，
By a spring outrunning the bluest river，
Petals come drifting on the wind
And the brook is sweet with them all the way.
My quiet gate is a mountain trail①，
And the willow trees about my cottage②
Sift③ on my sleeve， through the shadowy noon，
Distillations of the sun.
① trailn. (荒野中踏成的)小道； 一缕；一长串；一系列
② cottagen. 农舍，小屋；(度假)别墅
③ siftvt. 筛；过滤；详查，细究 vi. 撒下，飘落
阙题
刘脊虚
道由白云尽，
春与青溪长。
时有落花至，
远隋流水香。
闲门向山路，
深柳读书堂。
幽映每白日，
清辉照衣裳。
