Translated by Liu Yonglin Yuling

After autumn, cicada is so sad. Facing the pavilion, it is evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Drinking wine in the farewell tent outside the Bianjing city gate is not in a good mood. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this cold and desolate autumn, how can this sadness of leaving stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid there are only Liu 'an, the biting morning wind and the waning moon at dawn. After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell?

This is the smoother free translation I am looking for ... the artistic conception of literal translation is gone ...

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