• 《多情雁》The love-lorn geese
The love-lorn geese fly southward two by two.
O geese! Why will ye still be wafted on autumn winds away so far?
Denizens of river and lake, ye ever nest male and female together.
But my love flouts me by sojourning a lonely shadow and a forlorn shape in a strange land.
The wind is fierce: his raiment scanty: yet I have no way by which to send him more:
His winter clothes I made are left wasted in an empty chamber.
Day by day I look towards the evening sun: then my grief is multiplied.
I do but see a fence of drooping willows locking in the long dyke:
And I have seen the whip-like shadow of a man in the fading daylight:
Many a time did I mistake it for my lover coming home.
Ah! I fall a-thinking.
I bethink me that it is indeed the red mundane dust which has clogged you.
O that, when clouds are all ingathered, and winds are still, I might one day rejoin you!