Climbing high

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Fu

Original text:

The wind is rushing and the sky is high. Howling mournfully, the white birds flying back from the clear sand in Nagisa.

Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.

Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed.

Ode to Willows/Ciments on Willow Branches

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: He Zhizhang

Original text:

The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.