A long climb by Tom Sharp

On top of a cliff above the Yangtze River, winds blow, monkeys howl, and birds fly over us. The river below rolls endlessly and leaves on the mountainside are blown away. I’ve been asked to celebrate this day with strangers but it only makes me feel lonely. Bitterness and hard times have turned my hair white. The dust of regret floats over the wine in my cup.

登高 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

风急天高猿啸哀，渚清沙白鸟飞回。 无边落木萧萧下，不尽长江滚滚来。 万里悲秋常作客，百年多病独登台。 艰难苦恨繁霜鬓，潦倒新停浊酒杯。