詩 經 Shi Jing – The Book of Odes

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原文 153

Cold come the waters down from that spring,
And overflow the bushy wolf's-tail grass,
Ah me ! I awake and sigh,
Thinking of that capital of Zhou.

Cold come the waters down from that spring,
And overflow the bushy southernwood,
Ah me ! I awake and sigh,
Thinking of that capital of Zhou.

Cold come the waters down from that spring,
And overflow the bushy divining plants,
Ah me ! I awake and sigh,
Thinking of that capital-city.

Beautifully grew the fields of young millet,
Enriched by fertilizing rains.
The States had their sovereign,
And there was the chief of Xun to reward their princes.

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