Of Dreams (in Ling Genre)

Ling Qing Zhao

Last night fine rain, strong wind.

After a deep sleep, strains of intoxication linger.

I ask Mei the fate of the crab apple blossom as she furls the blind,

“They are as before!”

“Don’t you know? Don’t you know

The leaves should be full and

The blossom thin.”

如梦令

李清照 〔宋代〕

昨夜雨疏风骤，

浓睡不消残酒。

试问卷帘人，

却道海棠依旧。

知否？知否？

应是绿肥红瘦。