The Moon Comes to My Window

Fan, Cheng-da (1126 A.D.-1193 A.D.)

    At sunset the wind and rain stop. The might of Spring has snapped in a single night. Under the serene color of the sky, the sparse blossoms quietly send the message of love. The clouds come and go. The snow appears in the shape of a few branches. The scene is extremely beautiful, but it also makes me sigh greatly with emotion. With whom shall I share my feelings? Only the two lines of low-flying wild geese know that I lean against a banister within this picturesque tower under the shining moon.