古道西风瘦，梧桐叶落秋。

晴空歌万里，迥野隐千头。

苦雨幽怀梦，寒流世态羞。

云封南北雁，一夜啸鸣收。

The old road is thin and the Wutong leaves fall.

The clear sky sings thousands of miles, and thousands of heads are hidden in the wild.

The bitter rain makes you dream, and the cold current makes the world shy.

The wild geese in the north and south of the cloud howl and collect all night.