Inscribed on the wall of an inn north of Dayu Mountian – Song Zhiwen

They say that wildgeese, flying southward,
Here turn back, this very month….
Shall my own southward journey
Ever be retraced, I wonder?
…The river is pausing at ebb-tide,
And the woods are thick with clinging mist —
But tomorrow morning, over the mountain,
Dawn will be white with the plum-trees of home.

阳月南飞雁， 传闻至此回，
我行殊未已， 何日复归来？
江静潮初落， 林昏瘴不开。
明朝望乡处， 应见陇头梅。