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Wu Ye Ti
Last night there was wind and rain，
The door curtains rustled① with
autumn sounds.
By the burning candles， amid the
hour-glasses②，
Leaning③ upon the pillows④
I was strangely stirred.
The affairs of man go on ever，
like flowing water.
My fleeting⑤ life is but a string of
ethereal⑥ dreams，
The rood to drunkenness is smooth
and even
And should be frequently traveled；
The rest are not fit to tread on.
昨夜风兼雨，帘帏飒飒秋声。
烛残漏断频依枕，起坐不能平。
世事漫随流水，算来梦里浮生。
醉乡路稳宜频到，此外不堪行。
Last night there was wind and rain，
The door curtains rustled① with
autumn sounds.
By the burning candles， amid the
hour-glasses②，
Leaning③ upon the pillows④
I was strangely stirred.
The affairs of man go on ever，
like flowing water.
My fleeting⑤ life is but a string of
ethereal⑥ dreams，
The rood to drunkenness is smooth
and even
And should be frequently traveled；
The rest are not fit to tread on.
昨夜风兼雨，帘帏飒飒秋声。
烛残漏断频依枕，起坐不能平。
世事漫随流水，算来梦里浮生。
醉乡路稳宜频到，此外不堪行。