GAZING ON THE FIELDS
The sunrays dart on plains and streams from jade-blue sky;
Barred clouds veil hill on hill, isle on isle far and nigh;
Wild flowers by the side of the creek look still red.
I watch fish leap into the net at islet’s head;
Drunk, leaning on my cane, I croon verse in the brreze;
Warm spring in early winter makes me ill at ease.
野眺
日射平溪玉宇中,
云橫遠(yuǎn)渚岫重重。
野花猶向澗邊紅。
靜看沙頭魚入網(wǎng),
閑支藜杖醉吟風(fēng),
小春天氣惱人濃。