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\t\u8bb8\u6e0a\u51b2\u5148\u751f\u8bd1\u4f5c<\/p>\n
\tHow long will the full moon appear?<\/p>\n
\tWine cup in hand, I ask the sky.<\/p>\n
\tI do not know what time of the year<\/p>\n
\t’Twould be tonight in the palace on high.<\/p>\n
\tRiding the wind, there I would fly,<\/p>\n
\tYet I’m afraid the crystalline palace would be<\/p>\n
\tToo high and cold for me.<\/p>\n
\tI rise and dance, with my shadow I play.<\/p>\n
\tOn high as on earth, would it be as gay?<\/p>\n
\tThe moon goes round the mansions red<\/p>\n
\tThrough gauze-draped window soft to shed<\/p>\n
\tHer light upon the sleepless bed.<\/p>\n
\tWhy then when people part, is the oft full and bright?<\/p>\n
\tMen have sorrow and joy; they part or meet again;<\/p>\n
\tThe moon is bright or dim and she may wax or wane.<\/p>\n
\tThere has been nothing perfect since the olden days.<\/p>\n
\tSo let us wish that man<\/p>\n
\tWill live long as he can!<\/p>\n
\tThough miles apart, we’ll share the beauty she displays.<\/p>\n
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\tHow rare the moon, so round and clear!<\/p>\n
\tWith cup in hand, I ask of the blue sky,<\/p>\n
\t"I do not know in the celestial sphere<\/p>\n
\tWhat name this festive night goes by?"<\/p>\n
\tI want to fly home, riding the air,<\/p>\n
\tBut fear the ethereal cold up there,<\/p>\n
\tThe jade and crystal mansions are so high!<\/p>\n
\tDancing to my shadow,<\/p>\n
\tI feel no longer the mortal tie.<\/p>\n
\tShe rounds the vermilion tower,<\/p>\n
\tStoops to silk-pad doors,<\/p>\n
\tShines on those who sleepless lie.<\/p>\n
\tWhy does she, bearing us no grudge,<\/p>\n
\tShine upon our parting, reunion deny?<\/p>\n
\tBut rare is perfect happiness–<\/p>\n
\tThe moon does wax, the moon does wane,<\/p>\n
\tAnd so men meet and say goodbye.<\/p>\n
\tI only pray our life be long,<\/p>\n
\tAnd our souls together heavenward fly!<\/p>\n