When ancient poetry is translated into beautiful English, it is simply breathtakingly beautiful.

1. Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

From hill to hill no bird in flight, From path to path no man in sight. A lonely fisherman afloat, is fishing snow in lonely boat.

2. Grape wine luminous cup , I want to drink Pipa immediately.

With wine of grapes the cup of jade would glow at night, Drinking to pipa songs, we are summoned to fight.

3. Searching, deserted, miserable sad.

I look for what I miss, I know not what it is, I feel so sad, so drear, so lonely, without cheer.

4. Spring sleep without dawn, everywhere Smell the singing birds. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.

This spring morning in bed I’m lying, Not to awake till birds are crying. After one night of wind and showers, How many are the fallen flowers?