登高 Climbing High

杜甫 Du Fu

风 急 天 高 猿 啸 哀
Swift wind, heaven high, an ape's cry of grief,
fēng jí tiān gāo yuán xiào āi
渚 清 沙 白 鸟 飞 回
At the islet of clear white sand, birds circle round.
zhǔ qīng shā bái niǎo fēi huí yī
无 边 落 木 萧 萧 下
Endlessly, trees shed leaves, rustling, rustling down,
wú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià
不 尽 长 江 滚 滚 来
Without cease, the great river surges, surges on.
bù jǐn zhǎng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái yī
万 里 悲 秋 常 作 客
Ten thousand miles in sorrowful autumn, always someone's guest,
wàn lǐ bēi qiū cháng zuò kè
百 年 多 病 独 登 台
A hundred years full of sickness, I climb the terrace alone.
bǎi nián duō bìng dú dēng tái yī
艰 难 苦 恨 繁 霜 鬓
Suffering troubles, I bitterly regret my whitening temples,
jiān nán kǔ hèn fán shuāng bìn
潦 倒 新 停 浊 酒 杯
Frustratingly I've had to abandon my cup of cloudy wine.
lǎo dào xīn tíng zhuó jiǔ bēi

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