Silk-washing Stream
浣溪沙
The sky is barred with mountains steeped in flushing cloud;
The windless Southern Stream exhales cold blossoms proud;
Cottages in far-off woods with crying crows are still loud.
山色横侵蘸晕霞， 湘川风静吐寒花。 远林屋散尚啼鸦。
How far away in dreams, oh! is my native land!
Awake from wine, I find sky-scraping mountains stand;
For miles and miles the moon shines on the plain of sand.
梦到故园多少路? 酒醒南望隔天涯。 月明千里照平沙。