The Jade Mountain/Memories in Early Winter
MEMORIES IN EARLY WINTER
South go the wildgeese, for leaves are now falling,And the water is cold with a wind from the north.I remember my home; but the Hsiang River's curvesAre walled by the clouds of this southern country.I go forward. I weep till my tears are spent.I see a sail in the far sky.Where is the ferry? Will somebody tell me?It's growing rough. It's growing dark.