Taking Down a Trellis


Du Fu

The sticks I tied already wither and fall,

The pumpkin leaves are starting to get sparse and thin.

It's lucky that the white flowers fully grew,

You have to help the green vines fade away.

There's no end to the sound of insects in the fall,

Whatever is in the minds of the sparrows at dusk?

Now, the world is one of cold and waste;

Human life also has its beginning.

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