温庭筠
梳洗罢，
独倚望江楼。
过尽千帆皆不是，
斜晖脉脉水悠悠，
肠断白蘋洲。
Wen Tingjun
Spruced up,
Alone I lean on the river-tower rails,
But none is his among the thousand passing sails.
The water ripples and the sunlight slants.
This Baiping foreland is where my heart ails.