The Cicada

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Of autumn the cicada sings;

In prison I’m worn out with care.

How can I bear its blue black wings,

Which remind me of my grey hair?

Heavy with dew it cannot fly;

Drowned in the wind, its song’s not heard.

Who would believe its spirit high?

Could I express my grief in word?

咏蝉

作者：（唐）骆宾王

西陆蝉声唱，南冠客思深。

那堪玄鬓影，来对白头吟。

露重飞难进，风多响易沉。

无人信高洁，谁为表予心。

      （摘自《许渊冲译唐诗三百首》）