春殘何事苦思鄉,病里梳頭恨髮長。梁燕語多終日在,薔薇風細一帘香。
Late Spring
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Late Spring
Why think bitterly of home in late spring?
Combing hair in sick days, I hate it long.
Swallows are on the beam all day, so talkative,
While breeze carries the scent of roses thro the screen.
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