Writing a Letter Deep into the Night

Zhou, Bang-yan (1056 A.D.-1121 A.D.)

    The slanting sunshine beneath the leaves illuminated an expanse of water. Waves rolled lightly. The chilly wind on the bridge pierced my eyes. I stood there for a long time watching sunset clouds until the city lit up. After I returned to my old house with a low window, all I heard was the sound of leaves falling from the phoenix trees by the well. I rose again and again despite the comfort of the quilt. Who could understand that I was driven to write a letter to a girl?