Huangfu Ran, Tang Dynasty Through withered fields and villages bare, A year of toil leads nowhere there. At…
Huangfu Ran, Tang Dynasty
Through withered fields and villages bare,
A year of toil leads nowhere there.
At dawn, the reeds reach to the sky,
While crickets chant their mournful cry.
Home lies beyond the Huai's wide stream,
Friends scattered far like a distant dream.
Alone, my boat drifts cold and gray,
As Shouyang fades and rivers sway.