White clouds drift across the sky. Here on earth, what year is it now?
I long to reach the Milky Way's heights, yet disturb no one's peaceful dreams.
Silver trees shimmer in the sunset, clouds and mist entwine. Wild geese flash past, yearning to soar.
It is unlike the misty airs of the mortal world, yet surpasses the Jade Pool, fallen from the ninth heaven.
Mist drifts, smoke curls, like a forbidden realm in the nine heavens, its peaks reaching higher than the setting sun.
The autumn waters turn cold at dusk; may yesterday's wind howl louder still.
The jade terraces of the capital stretch without end; a lone wild goose falls beside the river, by the Immortal Bridge.
Within the twelve towers, blue clouds stretch for miles. Across the five cities, pale snow lies thin as silver frost.
I like this book very much