陸游：山重水複疑無路，柳暗花明又一村。Hill after hill, rill after rill -- it seems the path leads to nowhere;

     【遊山西村】    南宋 • 陸游          

莫笑農家臘酒渾，  豐年留客足雞豚。          

  山重水複疑無路，  柳暗花明又一村。

  簫鼓追隨春社近，  衣冠簡樸古風存。

  從今若許閒乘月，  拄杖無時夜叩門。




"Touring the Village West of the Mountain"  
-- by LU YOU  (1125-1210）
-- Translated by Frank C Yue


Laugh not at the peasants' turbid, un-strained home-brew'd New Year wine;
They'd slaughter chickens and pig for their guest
          when they have harvests fine.
Hill after hill, rill after rill -- it seems the path leads to                 nowhere;
Beyond the shady willows, bright flow'rs, another village           lies there.
With the playing of happy flutes and drums, everyone               knows Spring's near;
The simple rustic dress and hats show old tradition still
          lives here.
From now on, maybe by serene moonlight, I could come           in leisure;
Carrying my cane, I would knock on my friend's night           door with pleasure.