一聲梧葉一聲秋,
幾許殘枝幾許愁,
待得嚴冬春又至,
三夏苗壯早忘憂.
One
sycamore leaf falls, heralding autumn's sigh,
Withered
branches drop, with fleeting sorrows nigh.
Winter
yields to spring, life stirs in tender bloom,
Summer's
sprouts rise strong, all cares dissolve in gloom.
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