The Sacrificial Day

Tao Yuanming

The year draws to its end amid snowstorm,

But seasons change and days will soon grow warm.

Flanking the gates are plum and willow trees,

On which are budding flowers in the breeze.

The flowers nod consent for poems I sing

Of what great joy the liquor has to bring.

Heigh-ho, what great joy, what great joy!

Immortal poems from hills we all enjoy.

（汪榕培 译）

The La Festival

Du Fu

On the La Festival in ordinary years warm weather is still far away,

this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.

Subduing the color of snow the yellow daylily returns,

in the light of spring leaking through there are fronds of willows.

To have ale as I please I will plan a good night to get drunk,

I return home, having just concluded dawn court at Zichen Palace.

A chap-balm for lips and face cream came with imperial grace,

in an azure tube and silver ewer descending from the nine-tiered heavens.

（Stephen Owen 译）

An Invitation

Bai Juyi

My new brew gives green glow;

My red clay stove flames up.

At dusk it threatens snow.

Won't you come for a cup?

（许渊冲 译）