孔紹安
In early autumn I’m sad to see falling leaves;
They’re dreary like a roamer’s heart that their fall grieves.
They twist and twirl as if struggling against the breeze;
I seem to hear them cry, “We will not leave our trees.”
早秋驚落葉,
飄零似客心。
翻飛未肯下,
猶言惜故林。