There are thousands of waters in Qian Shan, but the last bird flies by.
Countless trails without human traces.
Lonely boat and an old man in a Juncus cloak and hat,
Fishing alone in the cold river snow.
2. Original text
Xue Jiang
Author: Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
3. Translation
Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.