| 英譯： |
I feel almost as old as the ancient philosopher with a pheasant-feather
cap And as useless to the world as the legendary hermit in a deer-skin
coat. I wonder how soon my eyes will go blind, Now that for a month
one of my ears has become deaf. The gibbon may cry, but I shall be
spared autumn tears; The sparrows may chirp, but they will not make
me melancholy in the evening. I was startled to see yellow leaves falling
from the trees on the hills; I called my son and asked, "Did you hear
the north wind blow?"
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