The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower；
The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour.
Gust by gust winds caress my face;
flake on flake now covers all trace.
From day to day the sun won’t swing;
from year to year i know no spring.
From hill to hill no bird in flight;
From path to path no man in sight.
A lonely fisherman afloat
is fishing snow in lonely boat.
Most Chinese daughters have a desire strong,
To face the powder and not powder the face.
Grieved o’er the years, flowers make us shed tears;
Hating to part, hearing birds breaks our heart.
Before my bed a pool of light,
I wonder if it’s frost aground.
Looking up, I find the moon bright,
Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.
The sun beyond the mountain glows;
The Yellow River seawards flows.
You can enjoy a great sight,
By climbing to a greater height.
Good rain knows its time right;
It will fall when comes spring.
With wind it steals in night;
Mute, it wets everything.
Over wild lanes dark cloud spreads;
In boat a lantern looms.
Dawn sees saturated reds;
The town’s heavy with blooms.