The Beginning of Winter
By William He
The feuilles mortes like strings of broken lyres,
Rent or furled are all late autumn ensigns there.
Now begin the famines of thought and emotion,
Some people with frozen pulses and fire hearts.
To move the faint soul with grief but with delight,
There is moment of an azure hue in plodding life.
How the spirit and flesh make day break at night,
As if that wistful part blown about in fitful winds.
七律 立冬
作者:何威廉
叶点霜氛刚半晚,
昨宵秋色已凄然。
云凉琼阁归途远,
耳热才流阆苑偏。
疑似仙歌飞以太,
且随心景话余年。
倏而风冷吹浮客,
节换时移在眼前。
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