View From A Height

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!