蝉
作者:虞世南
垂緌饮清露,流响出疏桐。 rui
居高声自远,非是藉秋风。
To the Cicada
Though rising high, you drink but dew;
Yet your voice flows from sparse plane trees.
Far and wide there's none but hears you;
You need no wings of autumn breeze.
咏萤
作者:虞世南
的皪流光小,飘飖弱翅轻。
恐畏无人识,独自暗中明。
To the Firefly
Flickering, you shed a green light;
Wafting weak wings, you flit in flight.
Being afraid to be unknown,
In the darkness you gleam alone.
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