七言詩 – 朱鎔基

七言詩 – 朱鎔基

 

湘西一梦六十年， 故地依稀别有天。

吉首学中多俊彦， 张家界顶有神仙。

熙熙新市人兴旺， 濯濯童山意怏然。

浩浩汤汤何日现， 葱茏不见梦难圆。

 

An Octave by Zhu Rong-ji

 

I left Xiangxi; sixty years, like a dream, slipped by,

My homeland now a different world in my eye.

Jishou’s schools have nurtured myriad prodigies,

Zhangjiajie’s peaks are blest by immortals on high.

Though in hustling bloom, new towns and markets mushroom,

Mount Tong, so sadly denuded, makes me sigh —

Oh, when will the clear waters ever roll again?

Till verdure reappears, my dream will ne’er draw nigh.     

 

Tr. Ziyuzile

14/08/2026