热心网友
Alone in your bed-chamber you would gaze tonight,At the full moon which over Fuzhou shines so bright。Far off, I feel grieved to think of our children dear,Too young to yearn for their father in Changan here。Your fragrant cloud-like hair is damp with dew,it seems;You jade-white arms would feel the cold of clear moonbeams。When can we lean by the window screen side by side,Watching the moon with tears wiped away and eyes dried?。