Chrysanthemums and lotus blooms in fragrance vie;
The Mountain-Climbing Day is near.
The far-off village seems painted in autumn dye;
Red-leafed trees interwoven with sparse gold appear.
Water runs pale and light;
Vast are the azure skies.
The long road lost to sight,
Leaning on railings high, I strain my eyes.
Hearing wild geese’s song,
How much for you I long!
芙蓉金菊斗馨香，
天气欲重阳。
远村秋色如画，
红树间疏黄。
流水淡，
碧天长，
路茫茫。
凭高望断，
鸿雁来时，
无限思量。