李白
平林漠漠烟如织，
寒山一带伤心碧。
暝色入高楼，
有人楼上愁。
玉阶空伫立，
宿鸟归飞急，
何处是归程?
长亭更短亭。
Li Bai
A stretch of low woods in a misty scene;
A sprawl of cold hills in heart-broken green.
Dusk permeates the tower high;
A wife there sighs a long sad sigh.
She stands on the stone stairs alone,
While birds rush by to fly back home.
Where is your way home, my dear man?
From road-hut to hut you must roam.