in April spring we arrived at Yanshou station
Green trees were helpless in the sandstorm season
At dusk we saw off Master Li back to Beijing
The sandy dusts in wild wind blocked our vision
This farewell did’nt sever our five year friendship
When he worked hard to give us an education
God seemed unwilling to see this separation
And sighed with swift wind to lament the occasion.
April spring sees us arriving at Yanshou station
Green trees are helpless in the sandstorm season
At dusk we see off Master Li back to Beijing
The sandy dusts in wild wind block our vision
This farewell doesn’t sever our five year friendship
When he worked hard for our education
God seems unwilling to see this separation
And sighs with swift wind to lament the occasion.
Fast wind sees off a dying year
The sense of fall strong
Hurriedly I see off my guests to my hometown
The Double Ninth Day is near
I wish my friends to cheer
Eking out a living as alien here
Has cost me half a year
Nice teachers I see everywhere
What a book of lessons dear
I read The Story of A Stone to my ear
Hurriedly they come to the world
A distant haze of icy petals
Welcomed by all the universe
They usher out the old year
The first snow in strangers' land
Stirs in me the thoughts of home
A friend would fill my heart with joy
Yet none can I find
春别
六九梦春别,似闻杜鹃声。相送赠何辞,雅风具难懂。
还需巴人曲,不怨君无情。本是命贱客,终身乐贫清。
I dreamed the leaving of spring as winter wound down
The sound of cuckoos seemed to be heard in it
What parting speech can I make to my friend
Anything elegant is hard to understand
Something like a folksong is a better choice
I cannot blame you for your mercilessness
I am destined to be a common person with no name
And be content with a life of meagre living
West of the dam is the serene lake
East of the dam is the roaring fall
White and green jades clash and clank
Fury waves to the sky angrily call
Horses at night gallop away on the snow
And at sunrise nowhere to be found at all
A bridge, deserted and empty, stand tall
Admirable though the excitement is
Better is to follow the rushing river
Turning away from riches of today
Seeking the spender in the future
Some trace must man leave in this world
Don’t just wait for the fish to bite the bate
Surrounded by kids the white haired man at home
Will envy the achievements others have made
Scholars in college, girls with talent
They cry over their poor discomfort
How stupid for them to blame others
When they do not want to make an effort?
Giving up their great expectation
They indulge in money and flirtation
A nest-less eagle will soar far and high
Her chicks is always an old hen bound by
Before the spring comes one should plan for the year
To go on a journey far you better first ready your gear