Lone Fisher Angling in the Cold
- by One Old Man
- Translated by Frank C Yue
Blue hills upon blue hills
Surrounded by the green water still;
Layers upon layers of mist pale
Appear like a cold veil.
Lone fisher in a boat with line long,
The river breeze just moves him along.
(2016.04.27)
《孤翁鈎寒》一老年人
疊疊蒼山環碧水,
層層靄霧似寒紗;
孤翁垂線放舟蕩,
一任江風來代划。
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