蝉(虞世南)
垂緌饮清露,流响出疏桐。
居高声自远,非是藉秋风。
TO THE CICADA
Though rising high, you drink but dew;
Yet your voice flows from sparse plane trees.
Far and wide there's none but hears you;
You need no wings of autumn breeze.
垂緌饮清露,流响出疏桐。
居高声自远,非是藉秋风。
TO THE CICADA
Though rising high, you drink but dew;
Yet your voice flows from sparse plane trees.
Far and wide there's none but hears you;
You need no wings of autumn breeze.