Zheng Chouyu translated by Qiaomei Tang

I traveled through the South Land A longing face blooms and fades like the lotus flower with the seasons The east wind is yet to arrive, the willow’s March catkins are waiting to fly your heart is like the small, lonely, walled city like an alley of blue-green cobbles facing the setting sun the crickets are not crying, the windows are drawn in March The hooves of my horse clatter — it’s a beautiful mistake I’m not coming home, I’m only passing through

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Image: Zhang Daqian, Sceneries of Jiangnan