苏轼
花褪残红青杏小。
燕子飞时，
绿水人家绕。
枝上柳绵吹又少，
天涯何处无芳草！
墙里秋千墙外道。
墙外行人，
墙里佳人笑。
笑渐不闻声渐悄，
多情却被无情恼。
Su Shi
Waning flowers linger in waning red, green apricots still small.
Swallows darting over,
A green stream encircles a yard wall.
In the wind, catkins on the willow twigs are turning thin,
Here and there, fragrant grass will burgeon in no time at all.
A walking path runs outside the walls, within the walls swings a swing.
A passerby outside,
Hears the laughter from the beauty inside.
But soon the laughter is gone and everything quiets down,
The feelings, once attached, are annoyingly detached now.