天際秋雲薄，從西萬里風。 今朝好晴景，久雨不妨農。 塞柳行疏翠，山梨結小紅。 胡笳樓上發，一雁入高空。 - Du Fu

Autumn, cloud blades on the horizon.
The west wind blows from ten thousand miles.
Dawn, in the clear morning air,
Farmers busy after long rain.
The desert trees shed their few green leaves.
The mountain pears are tiny but ripe.
A Tartar flute plays by the city gate.
A single wild goose climbs into the void.

好雨知時節，當春乃發生。
隨風潛入夜，潤物細無聲。

A visible darkness grows up mountain paths;
I lodge by the river gate high in a study,
Frail cloud on a cliff edge passing the night.
The lonely moon topples amid the waves;
Steady, one after another, a line of cranes in flight.
Howling over the kill, wild dogs and wolves.
No sleep for me. I worry over battles—
I have no strength to right the universe.