All birds have flown away,so high; A lonely cloud drifts on,so free. We are not tired,the Peak and I, Nor I of him,nor he of me. Flocks of birds have flown high and away. A solitary drift of cloud,too,has gone,wandering on． 众鸟高飞尽,孤云独去闲. And I sit alone with the Ching-ting Peak,towering beyond． We never grow tired of each other．the mountain and I． 相看两不厌,只有敬亭山 .
