Visiting the Meandering Stream Alone Late in Autumn by Li Shang-yin

When the lotus leaves grew, my spring sadness grew.
Now that the lotus leaves have withered, my autumn sadness is full.
I well know that as long as life remains, emotions remain;
Gazing ahead wistfully by the river, I hear the river’s flow.

translated by James J. Y. Liu

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