(Translated by Capella Cao) My yesterday abandoned, long irretrievable； Today troubles, my mind full of worries. Vs of autumn geese ride...

(Translated by Capella Cao) From whose house does the bamboo flute's dulcet song rise? The melody flutters on the spring breeze, filling...

(Translated in prose by Capella Cao) How cold the autumn wind, How bright the autumn moon. Fallen leaves gathered then blown away, Black...