Poem – In Spring

Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, 
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; 

And at last you think of returning home, 

Now when my heart is almost broken…. 

O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, 

Why part the silk curtains by my bed? 

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