Quatrains by Du Fu
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Two orioles sang gracefully among the green willow trees, and a neat group of egrets soared into the blue sky.
I sit in front of the window and can see the snow that never melts all year round on the west ridge, and the ships that have traveled thousands of miles away from Soochow are moored in front of the door.