雜詩 The Day of No Fire

無名氏 Wumingshi

As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright after rain,
jǐn hán shí yǔ cǎo qī qī ,
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
zhe mài miáo fēng liǔ yìng dī 。
We are thinking of our kinsfolk, far away from us.
děng shì yǒu jiā guī wèi dé ,
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?
dù juān xiū xiàng ěr biān tí 。

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