杜甫 《登高》 On the Height

On the Height

The wind so swift, the sky so wide, apes wail and cry,

Water so clear and beach so white, birds wheel and fly.

The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower；

The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour.

A thousand miles from home, I'm grieved at autumn's plight,

Ill now and then for years, alone I'm on this height.

Living in times so hard, at frosted hair I pine.

Cast down by poverty, I have to give up wine.