The Woman from Shuiyang

The reeds grow thick and green, and white dew turns to frost. The one I long for is on the far bank. I follow the winding river upstream, but the way is long and hard. I follow the current downstream, and there she seems to be, in the middle of the water. The reeds are lush and green, and the white dew has yet to dry. The one I long for is on the riverbank. I follow the winding river upstream, but the way is steep and hard. I follow the current downstream, and there she seems to be, on a small island in the water. The reeds grow thick and green, and the white dew has not yet vanished. The one I long for is by the water's edge. I follow the winding river upstream, but the way bends and turns. I follow the current downstream, and there she seems to be, on a small shoal in the water. Theme: