A Girl's Yearning
One range of mountains,
Two ranges of mountains,
The mountains are far, the sky high, the mists and waters cold.
My lingering thoughts have reddened the maple leaves.

The chrysanthemums bloom,
The chrysanthemums wither.
The wild geese from the border fly high, but my love has not come home.
The wind and the moon play idly on the screen.


                              Li Yu