《忆幼子》 杜甫
骥子春犹隔，莺歌暖正繁。
别离惊节换，聪慧与谁论。
涧水空山道，柴门老树村。
忆渠愁只睡，炙背俯晴轩。
Thinking of My Little Boy
Du Fu
Pony Boy—spring and you're still far away;
warblers sing, so many in this warmth.
Parted, I'm startled at how the season change.
My bright boy, with whom is he discoursing?
Valley Stream, a road over empty hills,
rustic gate, village of old trees—
Thinking of you, sorrowing, all I do is doze,
back to the sun, hunched over on the bright veranda.