Wilderness by Tom Sharp

Looking into the wilderness at Donggao, I wouldn’t know where I could wander. Fall colors, sunset on the mountains, everything’s returning home but me. I’m a stranger here, so I sing loudly about a hermit who picks wild vegetables.

野望 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

东皋薄暮望，徙倚欲何依。 树树皆秋色，山山唯落晖。 牧人驱犊返，猎马带禽归。 相顾无相识，长歌怀采薇。