The wind is fierce and the apes howl in the sky, The white birds fly back from the clear sand. Boundless falling trees rustle down, The endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles mourn autumn and often visit, More than a hundred years of illness alone on the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate numerous frost temples, Down and out, new wine glass. translation notes When the wind is strong and the sky is high, the cry of apes looks very sad, There are birds circling on the clear and sandy river bank. The boundless trees rustled down their leaves, The Yangtze River is surging in and out. Sad feeling for the autumn scenery, wandering thousands of miles and being a guest all the year round, In his life, he was plagued with diseases. Today, he is on the high stage alone. Through hardships and bitterness, I hate that my white hair is full of temples, Decadent and full of heart, he paused the cup of sorrow.