赴极 孤槎万里赴寒丘， 忽有青芒贯斗牛。 疑是天孙抛锦缎， 凌风散作满河秋。 A lone raft sails far to the cold hill steep, A streak of blue light through Dipper and Ox doth leap. I deem it the Weaver Maid’s silk brocade a-toss, Scattered by wind o’er the autumn river, soft.