《渔翁》 柳宗元
渔翁夜傍西岩宿，晓汲清湘燃楚竹。
烟销日出不见人，欸乃一声山水绿。
回看天际下中流，岩上无心云相逐。
An Old Fisherman
Liu Zongyuan
By the west Cliff, an old fisherman anchors for the night.
At dawn, he dips from the clear stream and cooks o'er a bamboo fire.
When the sun rises, the mists thin, he is out of sight.
A creak of the oars, a drowsy spell the green hills acquire.
Far far down, in mid-stream, he turns to look at his camp-site.
Where aimless clouds stroll around. Into what do they inquire?