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【Geography · III】\n\n【Spring】\n\nAwaiting in Vain a Friend in the Mountain\nMeng Haoran\nThe sun has sunk behind the western hill,\nIn every valley twilight reigns so still.\nThe moon among the pines makes night more cool,\nIn breeze I hear the murmuring of a pool.\nWoodcutters are going home one by one,\nIn mist-veiled trees birds settle down, their songs done.\nWaiting for you to come and pass the night,\nWith lonely lute I stay on the vine-roofed way.\n\nThe Clear and Cool Spring in Nanyang\nLi Bai\nI love the clear and cool spring,\nAnd regret the setting sun.\nWestward glow chases running stream,\nStirring the heart of a roamer.\nIn vain I sing to cloud and moon,\nMy song ends in the pines' long tune.\n\nDusk\nDu Fu\nLong have sheep and cows come down from the hill,\nAnd each house has closed its wicker gate.\nWind and moon make a clear night still,\nBut hills and streams are not my native state.\nFrom dark cliff the fountain flows unseen,\nOn autumn roots drips dew from grass so green.\nIn lamplight I see my hair turn white,\nWhat's the use of sparks from wick so bright?\n\n【Sea】\n\nGazing at the Sea in Spring\nLi Shimin\nI open my coat to gaze at the blue sea,\nLeaning on the carriage, I enjoy spring's glee.\nAccumulated streams cross the earth's frame,\nDiverted branches lead to the heavenly drain.\nImmortal air congeals on three hills high,\nGentle breeze fans the eight wastes far and nigh.\nClouds dye the tide with color as they sweep,\nThe sunbeams pierce the waves, their rays leap.\nFlowers on shore vie in splendor bright,\nWild geese lost in clouds break their flight.\nHumble, it runs deep and wide,\nFull, it keeps its spirit's pride.\nIts form is hard to measure,\nIts source is beyond treasure.\nGreat waves have changed fields to the sea,\nGreen isles have turned to mulberry.\nAt Zhifu I think of the Han Emperor's might,\nAt Jieshi, of the First Emperor's sight.\nRainbow dress was not my real will,\nTo rule with folded arms is my skill.\n\nFarewell to Secretary Chao Back to Japan\nWang Wei\nBoundless the ocean seems to be,\nWho knows where lies the Eastern Sea?\nFar, far away the land of your birth,\nYou'll go as if you'd skyward fly.\nTo find your home you'll watch the sun,\nAnd trust your ship to winds that blow.\nThe giant turtle darkens the sky,\nThe monstrous fish makes red waves glow.\nYour homeland's trees lie far away,\nYour master's on an isle, they say.\nWe'll part to live in different lands;\nHow can we send word to each other?\n\nThinking of Someone\nLi Bai\nI think of the fair one in eastern sea,\nWhere cold wind blows and white waves rise like hills.\nI cannot cross the sea where whales spout free,\nMy heart's so sad that tears my bosom fills.\nThe blue bird from the west eastward will fly;\nI'd ask it to bring you a word from me.\n\nWaves Scouring Sand\nBai Juyi\nWave on wave, the sand comes and goes;\nOne wave dies, another grows.\nThey wash and cleanse each other day by day,\nTill mountains crumble and seas turn into clay.\nThe boundless sea merges with white waves far and nigh;\nLevel sand stretches as far as the boundless sky.\nWaves never cease to wash from night till day,\nTill the Eastern Sea turns into fields of clay.\nI ask the river and sea, "Which is deeper, pray,\nYour water or my longing night and day?\nI hate you not so faithful as the tide,\nFor my longing is deeper than the sea wide."