Translation


As Autumn Unfolds

In yonder chair, thou sit'st, gazing through pane, where light in fleeting dance does gently flow.

Ode to the Ai Shan Pavilion

My dearest father just turned sixty years old. He has left all worldly concerns behind and built a residence in the shade of Mengtang Mountain to dwell in. He spends his days wandering among the mountains, eventually constructing a pavilion on the northern ridge.