【岁月流金】
初绿著金尘 瞬时辞碧痕
花身凋玉叶 素意褪芳魂
萧瑟旧庭院 苍凉伊甸村
晨曦喧白昼 月影不曾浑
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost 1874 – 1963
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.