Thoughts on a Tranquil Night Li Bai
Before my bed a pool of light;
Can it be hoar-frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the the moon bright;
Bowing , in homesickness I'm drowned.
Spring Morning Meng Haoran
This spring morning in bed I'm lying,
Not to wake up till the birds are crying.
After one night of wind and showers,
How many are the fallen flowers?
Morning on the River at Jiande Meng Haoran
My boat is moored near an isle in mist grey;
I am grieved anew to see the parting day.
On boundless plain trees seem to scrap the sky;
In water clear the moon appears so high.
Snow Atop Southern Mountains Zu Yong
How fair the gloomy mountainside!
Snow-crowned peaks float above the cloud.
The forest's bright in sunset dyed,
With evening cold the town's overflowed.
Loved Seeds Wang Wei
Red berries grow in southern land.
How many load in spring the tree!
Gather them till full is your hand;
They would revive fond memories.
Parting in the Hills Wang Wei
I see off the hills my compeer;
At dusk I close my wick door.
When grass turns green in spring next year,
Will my friend come with spring once more?
The Bamboo Hut Wang Wei
Sitting among bamboos alone,
I play my lute and croon carefree.
In the deep woods where I'm unknown,
Only the bright moon peeps at me.
A poor Maid Qin Taoyu
In thatched hut I know not fragrant silks and brocade,
To be married I can't find a good go-between.
Who would love an uncommon fashion thought self-made?
All my pity simple toilet and humble mien.
I dare boast my fingers' needlework without peer,
But I don't vie with maidens painting eyebrows long.
I regret to stitch golden thread from year to year,
But to make wedding gowns whitch to others belong.