希望逸老不要介意.哪位同学知道该怎样读诗,希望不吝赐教.
The flame of the candle sways in the pale moonlight;
The cool wind permeates her thin dress.
Autumn intrudes and her shadow gets meager;
Frost dyes the chrysanthemum so fat
As she's sadly gone, the quilts are left cold.
And cuckoo's cry sounds so sorrowful.
Since the gloomy road to Hades discontinued,
Where does her sweet ghost return to?