那个采菊的人,天没亮就起来了。他推开山楝树枝栅门,荷锄来到东篱下。他看见南山就在眼前,像一幅版画的曼妙曲线。一朵菊的光照着他,一株禾的芒映着他。那菊混着早上的泥土及寒霜的气息,让他有些沉醉。进入秋天以来,他每天都这样早出晚归。 That person who took chrysanthemums, it was dawn up. He pushed the neem tree branches gate, Hoe came to the East under the fence. He saw Nanshan in front of him, like the graceful curve of a print. A chrysanthemum of light shone on him, a Wo of Man’s reflection of him. That chrysanthemum mixed with morning soil and frost breath, so he was a little intoxicated. Since entering the fall, he returned early every day like this.