Bamboo Adobe I sit alone in the dark bamboo grove, Playing the zither and whistling long. In this deep wood no one would know - Only the bright moon comes to shine. tr. Liu Wu-chi
Sitting near a canyon ravine taking the sun,
Searching for flowers, I walk around the temple.
From time to time, I hear birds singing;
From place to place, I hear sounds of stream.
White sun disappears around mountains,
Yellow River rushes on into the sea,
Longing to see far view even farther,
I climb a flight higher on Stork Tower.