宿府
杜甫
清秋幕府井梧寒，独宿江城蜡炬残。
永夜角声悲自语，中天月色好谁看？
风尘荏苒音书绝，关塞萧条行路难。
已忍伶俜十年事，强移栖息一枝安。
Lodging at the Yamen
Du Fu
In the autumn chill， by the yamen well， phoenix trees are in sight；
In the riverside town I lodge alone with waning candlelight.
Like appeals to themselves sound the mournful bugle calls all the
night；
By whom is appreciated the moon in the sky that shines so bright？
I have received no news from my brothers while hard times roll away，
And desolate is the frontier pass where there’s hardly a safe way.
For ten years I have wandered about without a home where to stay，
And am now obliged to remove and rest right here as best I may.