客路青山下,行舟緑水前。
潮平兩岸闊,風正一帆懸。
海日生殘夜,江春入舊年。
鄉書何處達,歸雁洛陽邊。
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 lone 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.