龚自珍《己亥杂诗·其五》
浩荡离愁白日斜，吟鞭东指即天涯。
落红不是无情物，化作春泥更护花。
Version 1:
The slanting sun, my parting sorrows swell,
My whip points east, where distant realms do dwell.
The fallen blooms are not in vain laid low,
They turn to earth, and bid new blossoms grow.
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Version 2：
Beneath the slanting sun, my sorrows grow,
My whip points east, to lands I shall not know.
The fallen blooms still hold a tender care,
They turn to earth, new blossoms to prepare.
