has come and gone before I knew, and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever. Li shangyin's golden harp
buttonwood, it's raining in the middle of the night, and it's hard not to leave your feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light. Wen Tingyun is more leaky
Bai Juyi, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains, peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring