帕布莉卡入关故人别
王褒
百年余古树，
千里暗黄尘。
关山行就近，
相看成远人。
Seeing a Friend off South
Wang Bao
A hundred years have left an old tree,
A thousand miles darkens yellow sand.
Nearer the native hills you see;
Watching you farther off, I stand.
入关故人别
王褒
百年余古树，
千里暗黄尘。
关山行就近，
相看成远人。
Seeing a Friend off South
Wang Bao
A hundred years have left an old tree,
A thousand miles darkens yellow sand.
Nearer the native hills you see;
Watching you farther off, I stand.
