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Ten years, dead and living dim and draw apart.
I don't try to remember, But forgetting is hard.
Lonely grave a thousand miles off, Cold thoughts, where can I talk them out? Even if we met, you wouldn't know me, Dust on my face, Hair like frost.
In a dream last night suddenly I was home. By the window of the little room,
You were combing your hair and making up. You turned and looked, not speaking, Only lines of tears coursing down. Year after year will it break my heart? The moonlit grave, The stubby pines.
译文:
两人一生一死，隔绝十年，音讯渺茫。不思念吧，但本来难忘。妻子的孤坟远在千里，没有地方与她交谈凄凉的景况。即使相逢也料想不会认识，因为我四处奔波，灰尘满面，鬓
发如霜。 晚上忽然在隐约的梦境中回到了家乡，只见妻子正在小窗前梳妆。两人互相望着，没有言语，只有泪千行。料想年年断肠的地方，晚上明月照耀着长着小松树的坟山。
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