Ode To Autumn (I)

The pearllike dewdrops wither maples in red dye;
The Gorge and Cliffs of Witch exhale dense fog around.
Waves of upsurging river seem to storm the sky;
Dark clouds o'er mountains touch their shadows on the ground.
Twice full-blown, asters blown off draw tears from the eye;
Once tied up, lonely boats tie up my heart homebound本文↑摘<自教 育文 摘 WwW.edUZHaI.net.
Thinking of winter robes, everywhere tailors ply;
I hear at dusk but nearby washing blocks fast pound.