孔紹安

In early autumn I’m sad to see falling leaves;

They’re dreary like a roamer’s heart that their fall grieves.

They twist and twirl as if struggling against the breeze;

I seem to hear them cry， “We will not leave our trees.”

早秋驚落葉，

飄零似客心。

翻飛未肯下，

猶言惜故林。