View of Wanzhou by Tom Sharp

Out on the Yangtze, oars squeak in the oarlocks like crying monkeys. I stand up to see the view and feel as though I’m flying over the waves. Wind and waves crash on the shore. Sand from the shore blasts the flowers. Above, rocks are intertwined with clouds. I’m happy for a moment, forgetting how frail I am, how getting old is so depressing. At least for now I’m away from the war.

次晚洲 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

参错云石稠，坡陀风涛壮。 晚洲适知名，秀色固异状。 棹经垂猿把，身在度鸟上。 摆浪散帙妨，危沙折花当。 羁离暂愉悦，羸老反惆怅。 中原未解兵，吾得终疏放。