我无所事事来到了这里 ,在哪里寂寞 ,对我都是一样 !山岗上一座风磨昏昏欲睡。在这里可以长年累月地不声不响。干枯的菟丝草上空 ,轻盈地飞着一只蜜蜂 ;我在塘边呼唤美人鱼 ,美人鱼已经死去。宽阔的塘水已经变浅 ,铺满了铁锈般的水藻。在颤巍巍的白杨树上空 ,月亮的清辉开始照 I come here with nothing to do, where loneliness, to me all the same! Hill windmill on a sleepy sleepy. Here can be silent for many years. A dry beeswax grass, light flying a bee; I call the mermaid in the pond, the mermaid has died. Wide pond water has become shallow, covered with rust-like algae. Over the trembling poplar, the moon’s glory began to shine