Wind stopped, incense bunt to dust, <br />And flowers shed their petal over my desk, <br />Day is getting dark; I am weary to do up my hair. <br />All his things are still here, but he is gone, <br />It feels like everything is stopped, <br />Before my word comes out, <br />My tears already streamed out. <br /> <br />I heard about the beautiful spring scene <br />At the Couple Streams, <br />I want to row my boat there to see if it’s true, <br />But I am so afraid that my boat is too small, <br />And she can’t carry too much sorrow. <br /> <br /> <br />(By Li Qingzhao (1084
