Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
-----------. SNOW
A hundred mountains and no bird，
A thousand paths without a footprint；
A little boat， a bamboo cloak，
an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
another version:
from hills to hills no bird in flight
from paths to paths no man in sight
a lonely fisher ma. Nafloat
is fishing snow in lonely boat
Hee hee, just kidding.
I have studied this poem, but I only vaguely remember it for too long. The following full text ZT, if there are any mistakes, please correct them.
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It's getting closer and closer to the Chinese New Year, and it's particularly emotional to see this poem at this time. There is a lot of heavy snow this year. Let's feel the ENJOY it brings us.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
- By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Translation:
On a snowy night, the horse is stationed by the forest
Robert Frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his home is in the country over there;
He can't see me stopping here,
He's waiting for his Woods to be covered with snow.
My pony will feel strange.
He stays in a place where there is no farmhouse,
In the middle of this Woods and an icy lake,
It's the darkest winter evening of the year.
It pulls its bell
It asks me if I'm mistaken.