Tender orchid-leaves in spring
And cinnamon- blossoms bright in autumn
Are as self- contained as life is,
Which conforms them to the seasons.
Yet why will you think that a forest-hermit,
Allured by sweet winds and contented with beauty,
Would no more ask to-be transplanted
Than Would any other natural flower?
兰叶春葳蕤, 桂华秋皎洁;
欣欣此生意, 自尔为佳节。
谁知林栖者? 闻风坐相悦,
草木有本心, 何求美人折?
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