•
— Du Fu Two golden orioles sing amid the emerald willows; A line of white egrets fly into the blue sky. My window frames the thousand-year snow atop western ranges; My door frames mooring ships ready for their thousand-mile voyage to Eastern Wu.
•
— Du Fu A clear river wind by the village and flow! Through long summer days, all in the village grows serene and slow. Swallows on the beam come and go at will; Gulls on the water snuggle each other and still. The old wife draws a chessboard on paper plain; The young son…
•
— Du Fu Good rain knows its season well, It comes with the spring to dwell. With wind it steals into the night, Moistening all things soft and slight. Wild paths and clouds are lost in deep black, Only the boat’s lamp glows at the riverbank. At dawn, see where petals, damp and red,…
•
–Du Fu The sheep and cattle come to rest, All thatched gates closed east and west. The gentle breeze and the moon bright Remind me of homeland at night. Among rocks flow fountains unseen; Autumn drips dewdrops on grass green. The candle brightens white-haired head. Why should its flame blaze up so red?
•
–Li Bai The sunlit Censer Peak exhales incense-like cloud; Like an upended stream the cataract sounds loud. Its torrent dashes down three thousand feet from high, As if the Silver River fell from the blue sky.
•
— Li Bai The Clear Stream clears my heart; Its water flows apart. I ask the River New, “Why transparent are you?” On mirror bright boats hie; Between the screens birds fly. At dusk the monkeys cry; In vain the wayfarers sigh.
•
— Li Bai The crescent moon looks like old Autumn’s golden brow; Its deep reflection flows with limpid water blue. I’ll leave the town on Clear Stream for the Three Gorges now. O Moon, how I miss you when you are out of view!
•
— Wang Wei White pebbles hear a blue stream glide; Red leaves are strewn on cold hillside. Along the path no rain is seen, My gown is moist with drizzling green.
•
— Li Bai The cool breeze blows on silent night in Town of Stone, To view the south I mount the high tower alone. White clouds and city walls mirrored on ripples swoon; Dewdrops look like pearls dripping from the autumn moon. Crooning long, I won’t go back; drowned in moon rays; How few…