A GREETING ON THE HUAI RIVER TO MY OLD FRIENDS FROM LIANGCHUAN
We used to be companions on the Jiang and the Han，
And as often as we met， we were likely to be tipsy.
Since we left one another， floating apart like clouds，
Ten years have run like water-till at last we join again.
And we talk again and laugh again just as in earlier days，
Except that the hair on our heads is tinged now with grey.
Why not come along， then， all of us together，
And face the autumn mountains and sail along the Huai？