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。
Bai Juyi
Verdant and lush grass on the plain,
Shrivels and thrives each year again.
Wild fire cannot kill it at all,
Spring breezes will bring it back tall.
To th’ ages-old path, it trails down,
Then crawls to a deserted town.
On this friend-re-seeing-off day,
With parting sentiment it sways.