WANG : The birds fly away
into infinite space:
Over the whole mountain
returns the splendor of autumn.
Ascending and descending
Huazi hill,
I feel
unbounded bewilderment and
lamentation.

PEI : The sun sets,
the wind rises among the pines
Returning home,
there is a little dew upon the grass.
The reflection of the clouds
falls into the tracks of my shoes.
The blue of the mountains
touches my clothes.