次北固山下

王湾

客路青山外， 行舟绿水前。

潮平两岸阔， 风正一帆悬。

海日生残夜， 江春入旧年。

乡书何处达？ 归雁洛阳边。

A MOORING¹ UNDER NORTH FORT HILL

Wang Wan²

Under blue mountains we wound our way,

My boat and 1, along green water;

Until the banks at low tide widened,

With no wind stirring my lone³ sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun,

And the old year melts in freshets.

At last I can send my messengers --

Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.