Picking Willow Wicker
Author: Bai Li(AD701-AD762, Tang Dynasty)
Translator: Lei Fan 2016 in Chicago
Willow wickers bend down, wave through the stream,
Swaying in the spring breeze, they look delightful.
Flowers are blossoming, bright like snows fallen near Fortress Yu Men,
The warm hue reflected by the leaves, same color as the gold painted windows of a boudoir.
A young and pretty lady stands alone, look outside,
In front of such scenery, her heart is still filled with sorrow.
Wish to pick one twig tinted by this season,
Send it to my beloved one still fighting in Long Ting.