(145) Miscellenies Of The Year 1839
己亥杂诗（之五）
Gong Zi-zhen (1792-1841)
龚自珍
My parting grief is boundless when the sun sinks low;
浩荡离愁白日斜，
Eastward I point my whip and far away I'll go.
吟鞭东指即天涯。
The fallen blossoms are not an unfeeling thing;
落红不是无情物，
Though turned to mud, they'd nurture flowers' growth nexe spring.
化作春泥更护花。