1. "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original text: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, a crane flies up to the clouds, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
Translation: Since ancient times, I have felt sad and lonely every autumn, but I think autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, a crane flew up from the clouds, which triggered my poetry to reach the blue sky.
2. "In the Mountain" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original text: White rocks come out of Jingxi, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Translation: Jingxi flows through the sparkling white rocks, the weather becomes cold and the red leaves fall sparsely. It wasn't raining originally on the mountain path, but the bright green sky seemed to wet people's clothes.
3. "Mountain Journey" by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original text: Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there is a home deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Translation: Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are actually other people. I stopped the car because I loved the evening view of the maple forest in late autumn. The maple leaves, stained by autumn frost, are more beautiful than the spring flowers in February.
4. "Climbing High" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original text: The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
Translation: The sky is high, the wind is blowing, the ape's voice is sad and sad, and the gulls are playing and circling in the clear water. Endless leaves are falling one after another, and the Yangtze River is rolling and rushing. I sigh sadly at the autumn scenery, wandering away from home. In my old age, I am sick and I climb the high platform alone. I deeply regret that my hair on the temples is getting grayer by the day, and I feel sad because I stopped drinking after falling ill.
5. "Moon Song of Mount Emei" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original text: The half-cycle autumn moon of Mount Emei casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River.