The Pond Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

The cool breeze blows; Cold wind drops.

The wild orchid plant withers while the flower is still white.

The lotus flower fades while the leaves are still green.

The crane stands on the sand alone, The fireflies fly on the water en masse.

The most desolate occasion happens, When I awake from a drunken sleep.

Rest in Hotel at Night Qian Qi (Tang Dynasty)

My homesickness could not be cured, It comes to autumn again.

I have led a wandering life thousand of li away from home, My sadness of leaving home increases layer by layer, The clouds fly with the leaving wild geese, Cold dew drops on the chirping cricket.

Stretching out one's neck, As if I hear the temple bell of my country far from the sky.

Source: zdic.net

Translated by Zhang Min

Editor: Wen Yi