The Autumn Day
Nursling crows cry and disperse from the screen of jade;
My fan brings a fresh breeze and my pillow feels cool.
Awake, I cannot find where the autumn songs fade;
Steps covered with plane leaves, moonlight melts in the pool.
Autumn at the Gate
The quacking is gone the jade screen is empty
my pillow feels cool fanned by the wind
autumn sounds wake me but where are their traces
paulownia leaves cover the steps in this moonlight
（Red Pine 译）