春思
李白
燕草如碧丝，秦桑低绿枝。
当君怀归日，是妾断肠时。
春风不相识，何事入罗帏？
Longing in Spring
Li Bai
Like green silk indeed， the Yan grasses grow；
The Qin mulberries are of green branches low.
The very day you think of going home
Will be the time heartbroken I become.
I have long been a stranger to spring breeze，
For what does it on my silk curtain seize？