唐·刘禹锡《乌衣巷》

朱雀桥边野草花，
乌衣巷口夕阳斜。
旧时王谢堂前燕，
飞入寻常百姓家。

The Street of Mansions

By the Red-Bird Bridge wild grasses thickly grow;
O’er the Street of Mansions the setting sun hangs low.
Swallows that skimmed by painted eaves in bygone days
Are dipping now among the humble homes’ doorways.