Dreams of Spring River, Fading Away

When will the spring blossoms and autumn moon end? How much of the past do I remember?

Last night, the east wind blew again through my little tower. Beneath the moonlight, I cannot bear to look back on my lost homeland.

The carved balustrades and jade steps should still be there, but the faces that once graced them have changed.

How much sorrow can one person hold? It is like a river of spring water flowing east.

This is a classic that blends the grand spirit of wuxia, the weight and depth of historical fiction, and the exquisite beauty of classical literature. Centered on the original concept of the “soul of poetry,” it powerfully portrays the twin tragedies of the artistic life and national fate of Li Yu, the great lyric poet and emperor of his age.