To “Fresh Berries”
Last year at the Lantern Festival
The flower-market lights were bright as day;
When the moon mounted to the tops of the willows,
Two lovers kept their tryst after the yellow dusk.
This year at the Lantern Festival
The moon and the lights are the same as then;
Only I see not my lover of yesteryear,
And tears drench the sleeves of my blue gown.
（Robert Kotewell & Norman Smith 编译）
The Lantern Festival
Yesteryear, the fifteenth of the first moon,
Festive lantern lights looked as bright as noon.
The moon seemed to hang on a willow tree,
As he and I were to, each other, see.
This year, as usual, the Festival came.
The moon and the lantern lights were the same.
But he was absent at the rendezvous.
My tears welled up and my sleeves were soaked through.