占得佳名绕树芳,依依相伴向秋光。
若教此物堪收贮,应被豪门尽劚将。
To the Coinlike Golden Flower
Luo Yin
You grow around a tree with a name bright,
You cling together steeped in autumn light.
If your flowers could be stored up like gold,
The rich would pluck you down since days of old.
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