Rustled In The Air Poem by Luo Zhihai

萧瑟


秋云萧瑟，不忍闻一丝落魄
残叶飘零，难言尽几许苍凉
细刻精雕，诗成微雨斜风后
春和景丽，人在青山秀水中


Rustled In The Air

The autumn clouds rustled in the air
cannot bear to listen to
a silk of abjection
The withered leaves wandering
hard to say out
several desolateness

Worked at sth. with the care and precision of a sculptor
wrote a poem
after drizzle and breeze
The warm spring breeze and sunshine
people in the green mountains and the blue water