韩愈

　　山石

　　山石荦确行径微， 黄昏到寺蝙蝠飞。

　　升堂坐阶新雨足， 芭蕉叶大栀子肥。

　　僧言古壁佛画好， 以火来照所见稀。

　　铺床拂席置羹饭， 疏粝亦足饱我饥。

　　夜深静卧百虫绝， 清月出岭光入扉。

　　天明独去无道路， 出入高下穷烟霏。

　　山红涧碧纷烂漫， 时见松枥皆十围。

　　当流赤足蹋涧石， 水声激激风吹衣。

　　人生如此自可乐， 岂必局束为人鞿？

　　嗟哉吾党二三子， 安得至老不更归？

　　Seven-character-ancient-verse

　　Han Yu

　　MOUNTAIN-STONES

　　Rough were the mountain-stones, and the path very narrow；

　　And when I reached the temple, bats were in the dusk.

　　I climbed to the hall, sat on the steps, and drank the rain- washed air

　　Among the round gardenia-pods and huge bananaleaves.

　　On the old wall, said the priest, were Buddhas finely painted,

　　And he brought a light and showed me, and I called them wonderful

　　He spread the bed, dusted the mats, and made my supper ready,

　　And, though the food was coarse, it satisfied my hunger.

　　At midnight, while I lay there not hearing even an insect,

　　The mountain moon with her pure light entered my door……

　　At dawn I left the mountain and, alone, lost my way：

　　In and out, up and down, while a heavy mist

　　Made brook and mountain green and purple, brightening everything.

　　I am passing sometimes pines and oaks, which ten men could not girdle,

　　I am treading pebbles barefoot in swift-running water ——

　　Its ripples purify my ear, while a soft wind blows my garments……

　　These are the things which, in themselves, make life happy.

　　Why should we be hemmed about and hampered with people？

　　O chosen pupils, far behind me in my own country,

　　What if I spent my old age here and never went back home？