Sep 3, 2023
Yu Xuanji - An Early Fall transl. He Fengcong
Gentle chrysanthemums are cherishing new colours. Mountains are distant in an idle evening's mist. Comes a cool breeze to startle the green trees And a clear tune comes to my lute's strings. A thoughtful woman embroiders at a table. Soldier-husband marches beyond the Wall. Geese are flying and the river teems with fish And a letter, she hopes, has been passed on.