مسكن وانغتشوان الهادئ - هدية إلى الطالب البارع بي دي

مسكن وانغتشوان الهادئ - هدية إلى الطالب البارع بي دي

The cold mountains turn deep and green,

The autumn waters daily murmur on.

I lean my staff outside the brush gate,

And listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.

At the ferry landing lingers the setting sun,

Above the village rises a solitary wisp of smoke.

Once more I meet a madman drunk like Jieyu,

Singing wildly before the Five Willows.