萧萧梧叶送寒声，江上秋风动客情， 

            知有儿童挑促织，夜深篱落一灯明. 

  独在异乡为异客，

  每逢佳节倍思亲。

  遥知兄弟登高处，

  遍插茱萸少一人。

  Thinking of My Brothers in Shandong 

  on the Double Ninth Festival 

  A stranger in a strange land on each holiday 

  I think of my kinsmen with a double care. 

  I know when my brothers wear medicine bags 

  At the heights, they would find one to spare.