Du Mu: With Blue Hills Blurred By Mists, The Stream Flows Afar Forever 杜牧 青山隱隱水迢迢 秋盡江南草未凋 Poem by Frank Yue

Du Mu: With Blue Hills Blurred By Mists, The Stream Flows Afar Forever 杜牧 青山隱隱水迢迢 秋盡江南草未凋

SENT TO MAGISTRATE HAN CHOU IN YANGZHOU
- Du Mu (803-852)
- Translated by Frank C Yue

With blue hills blurred by mists, the stream flows afar forever;
Autumn grows old but the grass is still green south of the River.
At the Bridges-Twenty-Four City beneath the bright Moon,
M'friend, for which pretty lady are you playing the flute's tune?


《寄楊州韓綽判官》杜牧

青山隱隱水迢迢
秋盡江南草未凋
二十四橋明月夜
玉人何處教吹簫

Monday, January 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,city,friend,river
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