Yeyu Zhouzhuang
Heavy stones, quiet water, who has lived in this old house?
As the sun sets,
the fishermen return early, and
there is no one to accompany them in the boat beside the bridge.
I raise my glass alone and fill the sky with the light of the moon. I want to be intoxicated but it breaks first.
When can we meet?
When can we face each other?
People, unable to sleep, shed tears of lovesickness all night long.
(Zhang Chunyunyou wrote in 1997 and 2000) Excerpted from "Zhouzhuang Tourism", Issue 6, 2002, "Night Rain in Zhouzhuang"