Spring of Wuling
Wind eases, flower falls, scent lingers in dust;
Lazy to make my hair though night’s near.
Things remain, he’s gone, I’ve settled every must;
Was to speak out, but cannot help to shed a tear.
Heard spring along the stream stays fair,
A light boat I wished to row.
But I’m afraid boat’s too small there
And bear not so much sorrow.