刘长卿
日暮苍山远，
天寒白屋贫。
柴门闻犬吠，
风雪夜归人。
Liu Changqing
Dusk falls, green hills look blurred and far;
Clime cold, the thatched huts poor and low.
Dogs’ barks heard at the wood fence gate;
The host is back, through wind and snow.