Travelling Again

 Tu Fu              

I remember this temple.  This route I've travelled before.
I recall this bridge and cross it once again.
The hills and rivers have been waiting for me,
The flowers and willows denying themselves till my return.
The field is sleek and vivid.  Thin mist shines
On soft sand through the late colour of sunlight.
A traveller's sorrows fade away
In a place like this.

Hòu Yóu

Sì yì céng yóu chù

Qiáo lián zài dù shí

Jiāng shān rú yŏu dài

Huā liū gèng wú sī

Yĕ rùn yān guāng báo

Shā chóu quán wéi jiān

Shè cĭ fù hé zhī