to prolong the time
Jun. 27th, 2024 03:35 pm
Year after year when it snowed
I’d often stick plum blossoms in my hair and get drunk;
I’d crush the plum blossoms with ill will
And get my clothes all drenched with pure tears.
This year, out of the way at the edge of sea and sky,
The hair on both my temples blossoms white.
I see the evening wind is so strong,
It will be hard to find plum blossoms.
I crush the stamens,
Just to wring out a little more fragrance,
Just to prolong the time.
– Li Qingzhao (1084-1151)
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