江碧鸟逾白，
山青花欲燃。
今春看又过，
何日是归年。

A Quatrain by Du Fu

(Blue Rills Green Hills)

Against blue rills, whiter the gulls appear,

Against green hills, aflame the flowers seem.

It dawns on me this spring will soon leave here,

“O when could I be heading home? I dream.

Tr. Ziyuzile