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Cottage Wind
（诗韵草堂系列作品）
作词：东山居士(Easthill Hermit)&泽希(Zesen)
混音：东山居士(Easthill Hermit)
Snow locked Qinling Pass in Qianyuan’s second year
A poet with firewood treads frost on Shu’s steep way
Hunger in Qinzhou sighs in Tonggu lingers
Bamboo shadows in Chengdu warm the brook’s thin mist
Huanhua Brook meets your tattered returning boat
Pei Mian gives tiles Yan Wu sends coal to gloat
Three thatched huts stand three hundred birches grow
Flowers over the fence spring winds gently flow
Wind of the cottage chases eight years of cold away
War flames weave the warp and weft of seven-character lays
Turmoil turns to verses with cadence unhurried
Common folks’hopes sown in rhyme’s quiet field
Moon over Kuimen soaks the mast of half a life
Eight Odes to Autumn star anchors in the strife
Night rain on Ba Mountains ink waves in the inkstone
Poet’s soul lights a thousand sails on Shu River’s zone
A thatched hut’s sad song turns to mansions tall and grand
Green hills hold the last wisp of smoke over the land
Words take root rise like sails chasing the tide
A thousand years on still by Shu River they bide
One thatched cottage holds Tang’s half-life of strife and pride
Xu Zhidao’s sword splits the edge of Jinguan Town
Night rain in Zizhou soaks the inkstone not rubbed down
Waiting for Yan Wu’s hooves to return to West Shu
Official’s blue robe bears the yamen’s wind and hue
Clouds of Baidicheng dash into weary eyes
Governor Bai’s fields carry folks’heartfelt cries
West Chamber’s eaves hold up Shu’s sky above
Three Gorges’apes wail Autumn joys dye with love
Wind of the cottage chases eight years of cold away
War flames weave the warp and weft of seven-character lays
Turmoil turns to verses with cadence unhurried
Common folks’hopes sown in rhyme’s quiet field
Moon over Kuimen soaks the mast of half a life
Eight Odes to Autumn star anchors in the strife
Night rain on Ba Mountains ink waves in the inkstone
Poet’s soul lights a thousand sails on Shu River’s zone
A thatched hut’s sad song turns to mansions tall and grand
Green hills hold the last wisp of smoke over the land
Words take root rise like sails chasing the tide
A thousand years on still by Shu River they bide
One thatched cottage holds Tang’s half-life of strife and pride
Jincheng’s strings and flutes murmur with the night breeze
Lonely Kuifeng Mansion north gazing at Chang’an ease
Tianfu breeds poetic charm for a thousand years
Rain nourishes Tang’s soul never disappears