In youth, autumn thoughts ran deep; among those gathered, the guest from Chu knew my heart best.
Eight thousand followers went forth to be enfeoffed as marquises; only Yu Ji remained true.
The mountains and rivers were wounded, the wind scattered the willow catkins; my life rose and fell like duckweed beaten by rain.
The sun sank in the west, evening clouds filled the sky. An old friend has departed for good; better to go home.
One general's success leaves ten thousand bones to rot. I regret urging my husband to seek a noble title.
Across ten thousand miles of yellow sand, a lone horse awakens a dream that has endured for ages;
A hundred feet of tenderness, yet the hearts of old friends grow cold across two lands.
The paper is short, but the feelings run deep. I shape them into words to ease my heart, hoping to find a kindred voice. With thanks!
My Dear Wife, I Really Don't Want to Take the Imperial Exams
The Turbulent Tang
The Carefree Young Noble