(Meeting) When will I meet you? / For this one season / I cut down the entire deep autumn / Laying it as a path to meet / That bright red memory / In dreams / Dyes the autumn red / Every single maple leaf / Narrates my longing for you / On this restless sleepless night / I keep waiting / To meet you.
(Inscription at Chunhui Pavilion, remembering my brother) Pavilion and terrace, green trees surround spring sunlight, / Swallows soar freely, singing to the sky. / Towards the north, the traveler heads to the capital, / To the south, the sunset returns to the emerald garden. / Su Dongpo asked the moon, passing it down for a thousand ages, / He Zhu's song surpasses ten thousand champions. / Hundreds of generations of rivers and mountains become the past, / Who can bear to forsake the golden tortoise with such grandeur?
