Tune：“Like A Dream”
By Li Qing-zhao
Last night the wind was strong and rain was fine,
Sound sleep did not dispel the taste of wine.
I ask the maid who’s rolling up the screen.
“The same crab-apple tree,”she says,“is seen.”
“Don’t you know,
Don’t you know
The red should languish and the green must grow？”
Tune:“Song of Picking Mulberry”
By Xin QiJi
While young,I knew no grief I could not bear,
I’d like to go upstair.
I’d like to go upstair
To write new verses,with a false despair.
I know what grief is now that I am old.
I would not have it told.
I would not have it told
But only say I’m glad that autumn’s cold.
Tune：“Song of Divination”
By Li Zhi-yi
I live upstream and you
Downstream by River Blue.
Day after day of you I think,
But you are not in view,
Although as one we drink
The water clear of River Blue.
When will the water no more flow?
When will my grief no longer grow?
I wish your heart be but like mine,
Then not in vain for you I pine.
By Ou-yang Xiu
Last year on this moonlit spring night,
Lanterns in Flower Fair were bright.
The moon rose above the willow tree,
At dusk he had a tryst with me.
This year on the same moonlit night,
The moon and lanterns are as bright.
Where is my beloved of last year?
My sleeves are wet with tear on tear.
Tune：“Sand of Silk-washing Stream”
By Yan Shu
I compose a new song and drink a cup of wine
In the bower of last year when weather is as fine.
When will you come back now the sun’s on the decline?
Deeply I sign for the fallen flowers in vain；
Vaguely I seem to know the swallows come again.
Loitering on the garden path,I alone remain.
（Written on the Wall at Zaokou,Jiangxi）
By Xin QiJi
Below the Gloomy Terrace flow two rivers clear,
The tears of refugees were shed when they were here!
I gaze afar on land long lost in the northwest,
Alas! I see but hill on hill and crest on crest.
But blue hills can’t stop water flowing,
Eastward the river keeps on going.
At dusk the river grieves me still,
The partridges call in the hill.