kè lù qīng shān xià,
xíng zhōu lǜ shuǐ qián。
cháo píng liǎng '
àn kuò,
fēng zhèng yī fān xuán。
hǎi rì shēng cán yè,
jiāng chūn rù jiù nián。
xiāng shū hé chù dá,
guī yàn luò yáng biān。
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.