The Reeds and Rushes from Book of Songs

The reeds and rushes are deeply green, and the white dew in this season turns into frost. The man I am missing is on the other side of the bank. I look for him upstream, yet the road is dangerous and long. I look for him downstream, he seems right in the middle of the river.

The reeds and rushes are exuberant, yet the dew in the morning is not dry. The man I am missing is on the other side of the bank. I look for him upstream, yet the road is rough and steep. I look for him downstream, he seems right on the sand bank .

The reeds and rushes are lush, yet the remaining dew is still lingering. The man I am missing is on the other side of the bank. I look for him upstream, yet the road is winding and heavy. I look for him downstream, he seems right on the sand bank .

Sorrowful Autumn

Lu Yin Wilde geese flew over the autumn sky and disappeared in the horizon. It is cold when White Dew comes, and cicadas hiss on the bald trees. The blasted orchid down the steps still has the last breath, Yet the circular fan in hand gradually becomes useless.