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When the Autumn Wind Passes
When the Autumn Wind Passes
By William He
Listen to the wind pass,
It does not stir the window’s corner, but breathes faintly.
Take the dusk,
And knead it into broken wisps,
Scattering them toward the seaside, for some appointed hour.
Where the eyes are lowered,
Dark clouds surge upward,
And every inch of the heart unravels into,
A thousand threads of drifting traces.
How much desolation,
How many cycles of struggle,
Until heaven and earth suddenly enter the slanting sunset glow.
Just as I am dazed,
My spirit returns to a secluded room,
And who will pursue the regret that lingers.
Alone I grope,
Through a hundred layers of tear-stains,
And at the broken place, return is hard.
I remember those years,
The lonely orchid glistens with teardrops of dew,
All of them becoming the sorrow of today.
Let the cup before me,
Be brimming with jade-like wine,
How could it wash away,
The sorrowful threshold of the old years.
The tangled thoughts slowly sink,
The roots of the ears gradually grow still,
But alas, the foolish dream recedes like mist and smoke.
Clearly it is,
A demonic obstacle carried over from a former life,
Striking me again, again, and again.
Let it all scatter,
Speaking not a word to one another,
Swallowing the last of the chill.
多丽 当秋风吹过
作者：何威廉
引风声，
蜃楼窗角含姿。
把黄昏、
揉成碎絮，
撒向海畔何期。
敛眸处、
暗云涌起，
寸衷短、
浮迹千丝。
多少凄凉，
数番挣扎，
蓦然淡薄挂斜晖。
正恍惚、
神归幽室，
残恨有谁追。
孤摸索、
啼痕百叠，
冷透单衣。
记当年、
幽兰泣露，
尽作今日伤悲。
任尊前、
激光四射，
怎去得、
旧岁低眉。
乱绪初沉，
耳根渐寂，
奈痴梦远似烟霏。
分明是、
前身魔障，
几度叩灵扉。
桐花落、
无言相对，
局影明迷。
About this poem
The autumn wind as an insidious catalyst for introspection. The poem transforms landscape into psychological weather: faint wind, broken dusk, surging clouds, and slanting sunset become extensions of the speaker’s inner world. Its movement from intimate sorrow toward “heaven and earth” gives the lyric a quietly expansive dimension. The second stanza introduces historical shadows through “withered beacon fires” and “blood-dark rain,” while jade-like wine evokes the classical tradition of attempting to dissolve grief through intoxication. Particularly striking is the surreal image of “the roots of the ears gradually grow still,” suggesting the gradual silencing of memory and sensation. more »
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