遠上寒山石徑斜，

白雲深處有人家。

停車坐愛楓林晚，

霜葉紅於二月花。

 A Hill Trip

                        By Du Mu (803-852AD), Tang Dynasty

Late in fall a stony path runs uphill from afar,

Zigzagging into distant cold hills;

Deeply enshrined among drifting white clouds,

Dwelling houses perch.

Making a stop of my chariot, here I sit,

Totally intoxicated by the maple forest at dusk,

Oh behold! The frost-bitten leaves look even fierier,

Than the red blossoms of Mid-Spring!