Short letters from old friends grow few

Δύο φίλοι, που γενικά  θεωρούνται ως οι μεγαλύτεροι ποιητές που ανέδειξε ποτέ η Κίνα, είναι τόσο σεβαστοί τώρα, όσο ήταν και πριν από 1200 χρόνια.

From the look of things the year is soon to end,

and I still have not returned from the far horizon.

The north wind resounds whistling,

cold rains descend in a blur.

Often sick, I have long eaten more,

a wasted appearance, newly made winter clothes.

The times perilous, I am aware of deaths,

short letters from old friends grow few.

Du Fu (712 -770 CE)

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.

 
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

 Li Bai (701-762 CE)