yáo yè fàn qīng sè,
xī fēng shēng cuì luó。
cán yíng qī yù lù,
zǎo yàn fú jīn hé。
gāo shù xiǎo hái mì,
yuǎn shān qíng gèng duō。
huái nán yī yè xià,
zì jué dòng tíng bō。
There's a harp in the midnight playing clear,
While the west wind rustles a green vine;
There's a low cloud touching the jade-white dew
And an early wildgoose in the River of Stars....
Night in the tall trees clings to dawn;
Light makes folds in the distant hills;
And here on the Huai, by one falling leaf,
I can feel a storm on Lake Dongting.