【英译】 Lines Written
in Dinghui Temple, Huangzhou (Su
Shi) (Written during my stay in Dinghui Temple,
Huangzhou.) The waning moon hangs on the sparse tung twigs, the night
deep, silent. An apparition of a solitary wild goose moves like a
hermit. Startled it turns back, its sorrow unknown to
others. Trying each of the chilly boughs, it chooses not to
perch. Freezing the maple leaves fall over the Wu
River.