A Spray of Plum Blossoms
The fragrant red lotuses have withered away,
My jade-like mat turns cool on autumn day.
Lightly putting off my silky coat,
Alone I boarded on the pretty boat.
Looking back, the wild geese fly,
Who’s to send me a letter through clouds’ sky?
My west chamber window’s full of moonlight.
Flowers drift alone out of the smell,
The creek running alone is natural.
There’s one kind of lovesickness,
Coming from two places with sadness.
No way could cure such a sickness,
Just falling down from my eyebrows,
into my heart with sorrows.
Last night the strong wind blew with a rain fine;
Sound sleep did not dispel the aftertaste of wine.
I ask the maid rolling up the screen.
The same crab apple，”says she，“can be seen.”
“But don‘t you know，Oh，don‘t you know
The red should languish and the green should grow?“