LONG, LONG THE PATHWAY TO COLD HILL
HAN SHAN
Long, long the pathway to Cold Hill;
Drear, drear the waterside so chill.
Chirp1, chirp, I often hear the bird;
Mute, mute, nobody says a word.
Gust2 by gust winds caress3 my face;
Flake4 on flake snow covers all trace.
From day to day the sun wont swing;
From year to year I know no spring.
杳杳寒山道
寒山
杳杳寒山道,落落冷涧滨。
啾啾常有鸟,寂寂更无人。
淅淅风吹面,纷纷雪积身。
朝朝不见日,岁岁不知春。