枯藤老树昏鸦，

小桥流水人家。

古道西风瘦马，

夕阳西下，

断肠人在天涯。

Over old trees wreathed with rotten vines fly evening crows；

Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows；

One ancient road in the west wind a lean horse goes.

Westward declines the sun；

Far，far from home is the heartbroken one.