POETIC THOUGHTS ON ANCIENT SITES I
Forlorn in the northeast among wind and dust，
Drifting in the southwest between heaven and earth，
Lingering for days and months in towers and terraces at the Three Gorges，
Sharing clouds and mountains with the costumes of the Five Streams.
The barbarian serving the ruler in the end was unreliable.
The wandering poet lamenting the times had no chance to return.
Yu Xin throughout his life was most miserable，
In his waning years his poetry stirred the land of rivers and passes.