草
白居易
离离原上草，一岁一枯荣。
野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。
远芳侵古道，晴翠接荒城。
又送王孙去，萋萋满别情。
Grass
Bai Juyi
Luxuriant is the grass on the plain.
Once a year does it by turn thrive and wane.
A prairie fire will destroy it in vain，
For in the spring breeze it will grow again.
It trails far to encroach on the path ancient；
1ts sunny green leads to a town barren.
Once more I see off a noble’s descendant.
At parting， it gives us a heart laden.