![]() ![]() …Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts,Īnd I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, Hover, two by two, in our west-garden grassesĪnd, because of all this, my heart is breakingĪnd I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. Hidden under moss too deep to sweep away.Īnd the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.Īnd now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies ![]() ![]() Were hidden, every one of them, under green moss, Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, Through the Gorges of Ch’u-t’ang, of rock and whirling water.Īnd then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear,Īnd I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky. …Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey That even unto death I would await you by my postĪnd would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching. Learning that no dust could ever seal our love, We lived near together on a lane in Ch’ang-kan,Īnd I lowered my head toward a dark cornerĪnd would not turn to your thousand calls īut at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, I was picking flowers, playing by my door,Ĭame trotting in circles and throwing green plums. Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water,Īpart, I have heaven and earth in the human world. I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure. ![]() You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain, ![]()
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