Sharp wind, towering sky, apes howling mournfully;untouched island, white sand, birds flying in circles.
Infinite forest, bleakly shedding leaf after leaf;inexhaustible river, rolling on wave after wave.
Through a thousand miles of melancholy autumn,
I travel;carrying a hundred years of sickness,
I climb to this terrace.
Hardship and bitter regret have frosted my temples--and what torments me most?
Giving up wine!
